a well-meaning wish or wishful thinking?
a hollow gesture or a bold non-move?
To hope is to accept our powerlessness, to relinquish control
to give ourselves up to something we're not quite sure of.
It's a half-turn from uncertainty
a resignation to what we don't know.
It's giving up and giving in,
in desperation and despair
through forces beyond our control.
It's fingers crossed, head bowed
eyes to the sky, to the horizon
when we have no words, no idea
no way of making sense.
An emotion that fills a hole
a word that fills a gap
vague, bloated and empty
It's the diaphanous mist of drizzle
the blinding light of a sudden ray
the hint of a torrent
the anticipation of heat.
I hope you're well.
I hope you have a good day.
I hope things turn out okay.