Friday, August 24, 2018

Rest Assured (Day 583)


A subtle touch of hope 
is unmistakable  a tinge of 
roasting coffee  
a shady table  in front
of which the world 
parades  bright 
as spring fever  how joyful 
the sound of our voices
like the dancing splash 
of a jazz-age revelry 

most of us know the end 
is in sight  it may not appear
in technicolor today  but 
we’ve cast off much holier hopes

we feel in our bones the singing 
urgency of a summer fountain 
the late-night  hot wail 
rising  to slide into that 
casual debauchery 
common to anyone 
with a closet full of the dull 
browns and grays 
of our extended mourning

rest assured  the waiting 
is over
be inspired  or 
if you are of a different ilk  
seek salvation


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Pete Souza/Obama White House Archives
(CC BY 3.0 US)