my heart is full.
coming back on a high note,
a wave, something that’s still moving.
“change is good for me, mom,”
i know what she means. it isn’t
easy; but it’s good.
we take the green for granted,
all around us, all the time.
it reminds us to keep growing.
we are going to keep going.
we are not backing, breaking down.
we put our feet in the rushing tide, in the sand.
she runs around like a little girl—under the night sky,
on the edge of the world.
there is no moon, but we keep looking for it—expecting it
to pop up right at our feet.
it’s that kind of night.
we go out to the place where we can feel,
and meet hope.