Into Their Hands

Dreams, like orphaned water lilies,

float across the surface

 

Ferrying my last token wish,

adrift—this silver pond

 

The swans make way,

as faith glides freely upon the wind

 

Carrying my fervent hopes

into this moment, present sent

 

Their petals weaving in the breeze,

to spin and turn as one

 

Silhouettes change and soften,

as the mirrored distance calls

 

Arriving at the far bank,

two children play and laugh together

 

With pant legs high and feet immersed,

splashing to and fro

 

Smiling to each other, their laughter

churns a magic torrent

 

As they reach into its spray,

and take my dream into their hands

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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