big. wild. hope.

inescapable and innocent and blind

and maybe ignorant

and maybe delusional  

and maybe childish,



but i cannot not. 

dreaming, reaching  

with my mind and heart— 

who do not ask my permission to

go there 

who do not calculate the odds  

who do not assess the risks involved


magic keeps moving out of my fingertips

light beams linger beneath my eyelids

and the most vulnerable of wishes finds its way onto the sound waves wriggling themselves free from my throat


can you hear it 

are you listening

do you feel it too?