PROMPT: People

Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?

I will admit that I’m quite jaded, but the only place I need my faith in people COMPLETELY restored is online. Almost anytime I interact with real people in the real world I come away with a sense that people are generally good and mostly trying to do right (in as much as they can determine what “good” and “right” mean in our complicated world.) However, as soon as one allows for anonymity, shittiness blossoms — whether that anonymity is due to the nature of the online world or because one is otherwise not interacting face-to-face or because one (while not strictly anonymous) is homogenized by life inside an echo chamber.

Huh, maybe I do need my faith in people restored because I guess I’m saying that people in the light of day are loveable but in the dark they slouch toward depravity. Maybe we’ll figure it out. For most of humanity’s existence, anonymity was not an option. There’s no hiding in a tribe. It’s all part of what our species is working out, I suppose. I suspect that most people if given the choice between having the ill-gotten gains of their anonymity or being truly and deeply seen would opt for the latter.

POEM: Tribe

The pull of the tribe is strong.
Even when the tribe done wrong.
Instead of sayin’ “That ain’t me.”
He says, “We was framed, can’t you see?”



You think you know me by my tribe.
Chanting your way through a diatribe.
But I owe no fealty to throngs gone wrong.
I carry not their banner, sing not their song.



Between the tribe and Socrates,
citizen across seven seas,
if you wed your mind to the tribe
take care the line you circumscribe
doesn’t cleave your soul asunder.






“I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world.”

Socrates quoted in Plutarch’s Of Banishment