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