Found: hope
What do I want with you?
days of wonder
the certainty of tides
to be seen
a sudden flash of light
no matter how slowly they fell
squeezing from a stone
only the weight of the rope
never stops at all
but we working
our bodies, ripe as avocados
Big dangerous
Fluttering inside
One agrees to ask for nothing
No matter how loud
would you learn the spells
That spark
what can become
new techniques for the healing of the wound
teach me to never bend again
This place could be beautiful, right?
let it be
Fine then, I’ll take it,
do the best we may
trying to—hope.
Note: A poem found in this collection of hopeful poems
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Tides, avocados, healing of a wound…
Were we borrowing the same muse today??
One of the things I love about LexPoMo is that we are so often in unexpected (unintended?) conversation with each other!
I love “our bodies, ripe as avocados/Big dangerous/Fluttering inside”
Thanks, one of my favorites too.