Hope can be
Like an animal cornered by a predator
Fighting for life
Hope can be
Like a wisp of smoke
Wafting through the claws of enemies
Hope can be
Like adore number three
A seeding that grand prize of a lifetime
Byway of a constellation prize
Cheep in hand
Not enough to beguile
A way from blazing stars twinkling upon us
Sow far a weigh
Invisible during daze
Soully to serve
That first class purpose
Best suited
Naked to the night
And inextinguishable light
Hope is a common thread in my poems, even in those that deal with brutal injustices. This poem offers several facets of hope. 
First, hope can come in the invigorating immediacy of a direct threat where life is literally at stake. The awakening of purpose in such situations offers a clarity that is often lost in the muddled vagaries of life. I see hope in this. Second, hope can appear as a calm, centered, and artfully wise bypassing of confrontations where violence has the upper hand. This kind of hope lives within a set of rules not dictated by one’s enemies. Thirdly, this poem lifts up hope rooted soully in undying truths that can fuel patience for life and fearless courage in efface of death. As hope wends through our lives, and life itself, may we be bound as won accord as we experience hope’s many threads.
