If hope should have small penguin wings,
We’d doubt how well it flies.
We want perspective on what’s true
To filter out the lies.
Alternatively, we may feel
It’s wings are fit to soar.
No matter what we think we know
We’ll trust that it knows more.
That’s why we let the present be.
Hope may fly through gray,
But when we know we’re good and lost
We hope and find some way.
Photo: “This bird knows I’m watching it”, above, and “I don’t blame this bird for flying off”, below.