Hopefulness

Cynicism

is the most unforgiving

proof of gravity.

I arrive at

the pinnacle 

of the Hill of Hope,

and I stayed up there 

for a minute,

catching my breath,

basking in 

the infinite blue above 

and the intricate gray below.

As I stood there

high above the doubt

I struggled to conquer,

gusty winds 

threatened my balance 

trying to throw me

back down

to negativity,

nihilism and inertia.

Although it may

temporarily topple me,

I know my purpose:

hopefulness

remains the duty of anyone

-everyone-

who possesses it,

to be its evangelist,

a star in the darkness,

an embrace for the weary,

the gentle voice saying

“come in.”

When the Fruit is Ripe

You have to trust
that when it is
ready
to spring forth,
it will.

It does so
out of necessity,
because that
is what it was
made to do.

When the fruit is ripe
it will fall.

When the faun is ready
it will walk.

Don’t try
to predict when.

Just try
to be ready.

Life presents
all that
you need.

The trick is
to know when
to reach out
and grab it.

[Posted at Open Link Night on dversepoets.com.]

Squint

Don't get
too comfortable
because everything
changes
all the time.

Everyday has
its own problems,
so don't feel like
you must
solve them all
upon awakening.

Don't forget about
the sweetness
In the breeze,
the music
in the flowers,
the kindness
In the small animals.

Hope is always
hiding in plain sight.

Just squint,
And you'll see it.