hope

‘an ontological need,’
wrote Paulo Freire
as the night turns into day
the first ray of light
hope

a name
your gaze
as we watch the spider build its web
so intricate
like the light in your eyes

how deep
the colour of my sea
hope
is looking around us
in wonder and awe
as our hands touch the soil

to decompose
where we came from
where we go
hope
is your smile
as you learn and give
with grace
such ease

when it is almost dusk
and the shackles are off
as my body learns to breathe again
and i am alone
amidst the sounds of the
crickets
and birds, sometimes in pair
or three
a few chirps here and there
hear, see

the trees whisper
to each other
to us
the secrets of this world
beyond the physical
not our bodies

hope
a need
but mostly a want
to trace
the letters on your skin
as they seep
into your soul
you close your eyes

what do you see?