Today’s submission is by the photographer and poet Rick Wright.
wouldn’t come out
the soul’s wall
Notes have lept over
But, it is held
And those notes I heard
Make me think it will.
And the why:
I love the poem for its sense of longing and optimism. That we might
see our loved ones become fully conscioius of their own power. The
child about to walk. We watch and root them on.