Hope ~ EMILY TWITCHELL

Hope

after by Richard Blanco

EMILY TWITCHELL

Hope—a new constellation

Circulating above the miscommunicating misunderstanding neighborhoods of our existence too distant to flip a moment but close enough to change a course.

A constellation hidden by the overpowering lights in the sky constantly proclaimed invisible by the glare of the afternoon sun and the sirens of cop cars racing down dark suburban streets

A new constellation— One that can twist and run into the tips of hair blowing in a train car wind or the soft tap of shoes digging into a plastered sidewalk.

One that provides moments of simplicity, found when least expected or desired and one that provides moments of breath, even when already drowned in an unwanted truth.