I tossed my hopes out into the bin.

What a childish thing to cling to still!

 

Then, I paused 

to observe the wind playing with the leaves,

listen to an ensemble of birds,

watch my neighbors stomp out onto the street,

and sing along with each other demands for a change,

their voices rising higher and higher, 

as the sun came out from behind the clouds,
and shined brighter and brighter,

watched them share water, flowers, and kind words with one another.

 

I returned to the bin

and retrieved the hopes I had disposed of moments ago.

It may still be worth holding onto these, after all.