Hope is a unicorn,
Beautiful, ethereal, elusive,
More apt to approach the innocent,
Secretly sought by those of us who doubt she’s real.

But tonight

I looked up from my errands
And there was Hope,
Heavenly and earthbound,
Warmly glowing through the mists of my weariness.

Entranced, I couldn’t, (didn’t want to) resist the urge

To chase Hope,
To live in awe a little longer,
To navigate through neighborhoods
Looking for the exact place she’d chosen to light.

To find Hope,

to pause in hushed reverence, to capture her likeness,
Not to touch, but to feel her presence
Prancing through my heart,
Turning up the corners of my soul’s smile.