And every new Spring
as the leaves take their
branches back
and their complexions
glow in shades of green
we touch the ground
with our knees,
reach out our arms,
and cup our hands to drink
from a well of hope
Hopeful that courage will
flow through our bodies so we can
unclench our fists and
tame our butterflies and
dance ahead with our arms
open wide.
Hopeful that we will
find that golden light that
lives inside the belly of
our own man-made beasts
and that we can finally
let go of what was,
knowing that the future
knows our names.
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From the collection, Catching Dusk with Our Teeth, available here.
Comments (2)
The future knows our names - what a great description!
Nice writing keep it up!!!