Hope

 

Hope rests on our days,
it takes the light like morning fog
after the sun has freed itself,
sifts and accentuates the rays,
makes us look up

We've given up counting on things,
given up counting altogether,
learning to let hope rest like rays,
felt but not sat down upon,
seen but not grasped.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2021