See how the winds
have shaped her hands to
hold hope?
So tenuous, it trembles
like a hummingbird’s heart.

She gently carries hope
to a nest in the midst
of the maelstrom and tilts it
into the bowl of tiny feathers and mosses.

Hope is so hard to cup.
She might need your help
when it seeps through the cracks
of her fingers. Place your hands
like this around hers. Together
it can be done.

When it hatches, when the nest
is no more, watch the wind pick up hope
and lay it softly into the welcome
of upraised palms.