Hope is a Thing

for lovers_
who hold hands together
cradled like shore lines
there is hope.
_
For brothers_
who till the lands together
handles upon the horizons
there is hope.
_
A foreign sea_
a virgin Land_
an empty pot_
the extremity_
But within warm shelter
of You and Me _
There is always Hope

Allusion to Emile Dickinson’s “Hope is a thing with feathers”