Poetry: Hope

Hope 

"Active Hope is waking up to the beauty of life on whose behalf we can act"- Joanna Macy

What if nothing gets better? What if the world is just as we find it- beautiful and broken? 

You could notice either, I suppose, how the cracks in the ice let in the light. How the tall trees, now barren of leaves, become shelter for squirrels. How the eagle builds her nest there too. 

But I will tell you this.  They were once almost gone, these bald-headed friends, until someone decided otherwise. 

The river is rising, of this we are sure. Too much has been lost beneath. 

On the edge we gather to grieve beneath a dance of resilient wings