hand me that hope over there
the one too heavy
to be carried by a king
yet too light to burden
the weakest back
the one suspended on
a million shoulders
not singly strong
not the one written in stone
where seeming permanence
becomes pebbles
becomes sand
the one carried in a joke
which lasts as long
as someone lives to tell it
and someone longs to laugh
dawn me a day
all the power of sunbirth
none spent on
square jawed determination to
begin everything new
all squandered on
breakfast of
just another day
life bringing life
love breathing love
and an evening of
satisfaction and desire
to do it all again
tomorrow