hope

there is hope.

hope that when i hang up my hats of work and duty and unnecessary responsibility i will see you.

hope that when i stand at the edge of the field and look back at the wheat blowing that i will feel the wind.

hope that the infant innocence still exists in me buried below layers of age

hope that my ears will be open to listen with gentleness and patience.

hope that my grip will loosen until my life is no longer mine.

hope that the beautiful will  bless with peace

and the ugly bestow compassion

and i will trust to walk tightrope without the comfort of a safety net.