Cheesey movie, hermit poet,

what of hope, what of of it?

I watch the boys in the bath tub as I gaze into daydream land. I’m deep in that space, under water…seeking to just be in that peaceful setting. Relaxed.

I gaze at the bubbles scattering to the top. It’s a race.
Which one will reach the surface first?!

I watch the immediacy, the persistence, the…
thirst.

It is joy!
it’s the joy!

The joy is persistent, the hope is endurant.
It floats. It floats!

No plastic boat, no rubber duck,
gets in the bubbles way.
It floats and purges to the top…
making it’s own way.

Float hope–Fight! Keep the surface at sight.

Float hope–Push! Use all, no use HIS, all HIS might.