Look, here it is,
Nestled in the curve of my palm.
Hope sheltered in the heart,
Trusting, as it rests there,
That for a while,
Or perhaps forever,
No harm will come.
That’s a thought.
That’s a poet.
Pondering.
That’s a poet.
Pondering.
big on love, tolerance, and the human potential
Look, here it is,
Nestled in the curve of my palm.
Hope sheltered in the heart,
Trusting, as it rests there,
That for a while,
Or perhaps forever,
No harm will come.