Hope is in the Hands
Posted by Shaun McCormick
Hope is in the hands, you said,
your sweat falling like kernels
to the soil, your nails held firm into the wood,
without defense, without repose.
I remember a laugh like hiccups, a laugh
that did not know words like end or why.
You would say morning was newer each day,
how when we wake we set pace
for how the …
