Hope

2015-11-01

Hope wakes up in her green-lit room,
stretches, tugs at her flannel nightie,
opens her limbs to the morning.

In a moment Hope will climb down,
demand cereal, contemplate
what she wants to look like today.

In a moment the day will start to unwind,
lunchbox, sandals, numbers and glue,
gathering tarnish as it goes.

In just a moment the apple will fall,
the toast will burn, the pencil break.
But for now it’s enough that Hope awakes,
slipping slowly into the lap of another day.

From Lynn Ungar’s book of poetry Bread and Other Miracles, published by Authorhouse in 2012, and available through lynnungar.com or Amazon.com.