THE HOPEFUL MIND
It’s the hopeful mind
I’m trying to find,
the one that doesn’t slip
through my fingers
or fade with change,
but stays in place
during trying times.
I’m not looking for anything
special or fancy
to celebrate a good fortune,
nor the serious kind
that weighs a person down.
A flickering light would be fine,
an optimistic sign,
a slight bend in the road
that says that something positive
is not far away.
I want a little hope,
a gift of promise,
a chance to find,
a gentle tap on the shoulder
in the comfort of an easy chair.
First published in Spillwords Press.
Photo by Alan Chen @unsplash.
Crow On The Wire 
Oh, Lovely.
Thank you. 🙂
A slight bend in the road – like the deflected trajectory of light as it passes a massive object and thereby knows for sure that there really is “something bigger than me” whose influence I cannot ignore. I love the way you trigger me, Mark.
The respect is mutual. 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
I know the feeling . . .
What a peaceful feeling it offers – but filled with a longing.
Having hope is what keeps us going. Lovely, Mark.
Surely does, Susi. 🙂
🙂