strangely optimistic

strangely optimistic

in a time when the world

falls apart around me

because after a moon

of below freezing temps

there is a spring

in my step

as the rains fall

and the sun is forecast

as time moves ahead

and the deck is cleared

from all the snow and ice

and the stream flows again

enough for me to fill my jugs

no longer blanketed

by a fully frozen slab of ice

and because i am remembering

what it means to be alive

in a time when death

could be around any corner

and because tomorrow

as long as i wake

i know i will dance

and feel again what it means

to love and nurture myself

in movement and in stillness

strangely optimistic

because i have a dream

or thirteen

to bring into this waking reality

and just because society is crumbling

it doesn’t mean i have to stop dreaming

in fact there is no better time to dream

it might actually be the best time to dream

because so many dreams have been shattered

so many lives scattered to make ends meet

but what if there is no end to meet

only spirals of joy and grief

only webs of love and peace

only hearts of gold

and souls as shiny as a diamond

that catches a glint of the sun

through a crack in the wall of the cave

strangely optimistic

as shadows heal the wounds

and witches heal with herbs

and the goddess of love

heals with love

of the most divine

and kind

and gentle

and kind

and wait did i mention kind

strangely optimistic

as my mind finds time to rest

and i breathe

deep into my chest

and feel the stirrings

of my soul

as i embrace myself as whole.