Hope Is Transparent

by Oonah V. Joslin


The jaw speaks only of bone.
Go, it says, from shadow to shadow.
Remember, all paths lead to me.
Come, says the feather.
Step lightly through the gate of time with me
and let us drift together into the arms of fate.

I ask the child; What do you see?
The child replies, I see a way of light.
I see the shining cities of the future.
So I follow the child.

Fragile moments fall.
Each step the threshold into
a new perspective.


Copyright © 2015 by Oonah V. Joslin

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