My hope is a blue, fluffy pillow.

A mirror of the sky, there to cushion my falls.

It glows; sunlight through a window.

My hope is the city.

The smell of cigarettes

mingling with bus exhaust.

Empty sky with stars on the ground

In ordery lines.

My hope is the ocean.

Giving and taking.

Advancing and receding.

Salty air on my skin

My hope is the grass.

The deer, the rabbits.

Fields of fowers beckoning me.

My hope is the bells in the distance.

Spices and smoke,

foreign places I have yet to see.

My hope is laughter,

my hope is wails

and kittens and the tippy-tap of little feet.

My hope is life.