Hope and Astonishment

by

Radiance Angelina Petro

 

 

The Devas in the trees investigate

your movements with feathery thoughts,

deciphering shadows and wind.

 

They know all things tremble,

and that you cannot flatter the soul.

They know spring has no idea

 

how to be modest. What they want

–and you can believe they want,

is for you to tremble just enough

 

to fall into the hands of right now,

and to then rise up with all the audacity

and mischievousness of the morning.

 

Testify to the power of praise,

and with the bell of your mouth,

ring out songs of hope and astonishment.

 

The key to it all is that there are no locks,

no lofty heights to attain. There is only joy

and sorrow,  and the spreading of wings into the sky.