Hope
I close the slider from the cool summer breeze that’s filled my bedroom
-fresh cut grass and the smells that come after a cleansing rain remain
I settle into the soft sheets, alone, the stillness and quiet surround me
-peaceful feelings bathe over me, a hope is taunting me, just out of reach
I toss and turn, but not in sleeplessness, rather in fantasy.
In want.
In desire.
In hope.