Hopes – that soar –
like kites in wind -
above the truth –
with wishes – twisting
in their tail –
pulling at the string
of the heart –
until – soaring -
we, up there too –
looking down on present self –
from our own future –
up there too,
faith, loving-kindness?
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0022-a-dickinsonian-ode-to-hope/
