Hope on a Windowsill

Hope on a Windowsill

We cower inside

wondering if it's possible

to breathe deep again

to hug and laugh

to eat and serve

to be proud of who we are

but still, I place

the stalk-end of celery

in a bit of water

on the windowsill

shaving the bottom

opening it's vascular system

to the potential quenching

of an unending thirst

and still, new shoots push up

toward the light

because the light calls to it

calls to us

offers hope

that even if the darkness reigns

for moments or years

the light is

the light calls

the light wins.