Saturday, April 4, 2020

Hope NaPoWriMo #5

See how the winds

have shaped her hands to

hold hope?

So tenuous, it trembles

like a hummingbird’s heart.



She gently carries hope

to a nest in the midst

of the maelstrom and tilts it

into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses.



Hope is so hard to cup.

She might need your help

when it seeps through the cracks

of her fingers.  Place your hands

like this around hers.  Together

it can be done.



When it hatches, when the nest

is no more, watch the wind pick up hope

and lay it softly into the welcome

of upraised palms.

J. Pratt-Walter, 4/5/2020

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