I find hope. But it's slippery,
like a 5:00 am cutthroat trout
on that first bend in the river
before sun up. Even getting
to it is not easy:
Hard to see
Watch for rocks
So, a simple coffee with friends
helps me see it, find it, rest in it,
until I know once again that
the smiles, laughs, connections, tears
all give me grip on the hope
and that hanging on to it,
dripping and dangling on the line,
is a whole lot easier with sure footing.
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