the morning
holds promises
but nothing quite like
the thought
of you
hope
my hope for these children: on Children’s Day here in Turkey, for children in the world
they look with eyes
that see beyond my vision
with hearts more open
with purpose more true
without the doubts
to weigh upon them
without the sorrow
heavy on their shoulders
without remorse
in their very bones
this is my hope
for these children
of the future
embracing a world
cleaner, brighter
elusive to me
Anna sheds
Anna sheds
her present
like an old
party dress
a size too small
and laces up
her hopes
for the future
telling fortunes: for Altynai
there’s a horse
and hearts
a wedding dress
a bird
possibly a stork
an open road
power love travel
all possibilities
this that
here there
you me
wishes granted
in a coffee cup
and life
for a minute or so
maybe even forever
different
than before
at four in the morning
fresh figs
ice cold water
with lemon
waiting for the sun
to rise
at four
in the morning
this is what passes
for hope
in the dark
this night it lingers
this night
it lingers
bow low
hoping
it will go
roosters crow
roosters crow
throughout the day
reminding us
life goes on
in the sunlight
that follows
each night
a glimpse of heaven perhaps
there are some dreams
we hope
not to awake from
a glimpse of heaven
perhaps
a taste of desired
eternity
from Studs Terkel on hope
I hope for peace and sanity–it’s the same thing.
another morning
another morning
another chance
to be the day
Leonard Durso 