With hope, minutely
Published in
Jan 4, 2020
I watch
tinder hearts tear
feeble fictions suffocate
flora and fauna fired ferociously.
I grow
this seedling with hope, minutely
rewilding in my dreamscapes
the rehabilitation of tenderness.
I’m captive
to a century or more of hard work
a promise to repair and ripen joy
with servant hands and forested minds.
© Caterina Mastroianni. All rights reserved.
Selected by Medium Newsletter as one of the best poems in January 2020.