Poetry, Essays and Art By J.H. Dickinson from All-Creatures.org

Have Hope

I have hope
of animals in fields, wandering.
Their path shifted
to something new
and kind.

A whisper of change
that rushes louder
in tall branches
and sleeping blossoms.

As light fades
and moonlight drifts,
pouring over mountain tops.
It kisses the world.

I want to believe in
sticky stars
and cat whisker tickles
of childhood.
Of feet on wet grass
and summer smiles.

A return to something pure.

To release the hardship,
conflict and hatred of others.
Put down the banner
and finally sink into rest,
feet-up.

The gentle thrum of potential
of humans gone wild,
native-attuned,
attempting to come together.

To delight in
self-worth without
power and eradication,
cruelty and discord.

A balance.
A shift.
A hope?

I have hope
of animals in fields, wandering.
Of humans with bare feet on grass.
As the world turns
and our paths shift,
to something new
and kind. 

Ink drawing - caricature, self image © J.H. Dickinson

Art © J.H. Dickinson

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