Hope is a flat rock
All shiny and polished
With possibilities.
It sits in your stomach
Wedged in between
Worry and Giddiness.
You skate across it
Wondering and Wishing
Sometimes with double lutzes
And swizzles.
Despair is sometimes there
Flitting across the rock in
Shadows. But mostly it’s
Wondering that keeps the rock
Shiny
Going over it again and again
Like praying with beads.
Should I go there?
What is my motive?
Will it fill a need?
Hope
Giddiness
Second-guessing
Despair
Worry
Wonder
Wish
Hope.
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