Hope

Hope

These trees hold their nests up
Like drinkers holding up their glasses
The nests hold their broken eggshells
Like a box holds broken bowls
Broken bowls hold memories of soups
Legendary soups that were held
Moment by moment in spoons
That were themselves held in hands
That held and were held in other hands
The same hands that planted these trees
That are holding up their nests
Like the kindest people you know
Making a toast to holding onto hope