Hope Arrives
A poem
Feb 19 · 1 min read
Hope opens a window
and a breeze passes through,
you turn, wonder.
Surprises you with a pink carnation
tucked in the pocket of your jean jacket,
a yellow cashmere scarf
wrapped around your tired heart,
a package with a red bow
left on the doorstep.
Arriving with no demands
that you complete a gratitude list
and meditate
and walk daily in the snow.
Greets your body
with the warm buzz of possibility —
the party before the party
in your best friend’s bedroom,
teenagers, laughter and sips of wine,
from an empty jam jar.
Receptors wake up,
pulled by an internal sun
risen, alight and swaying
with new ideas, possibility.
Come in! Come in!
Invite your guest to the table
and feast on apples, moon cakes and sky.
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