What an amazing thing hope is.

It has no senses to rely on, but

I often feel it, or see it, or hear it

in the voices of those who’ve been afflicted.

It can be given and shared with others.

It can exist in desolate spaces, calmly.

Impervious to troublesome circumstances

I sometimes allow purchase

in the borderlands of my thoughts.

And if you lose your hope don’t panic!

You’ve known me long enough to know

you can always borrow some of mine.