Hope slithered down the wall to my left,
she had two long antennae and whoosh
she jumped on me or so it seemed
at first I couldn’t tell exactly where she landed
my left thigh was my first guess, but looking closely
she was not there. Finally, I saw her
not on me, but at the base of my office chair
playing, gliding from one side to another,
I raised my sight to keep writing this, now
I look down again, Hope is gone.
I look around, she moves swiftly and likes to fly
she is green and fragile like a crystal, so I am wary
my clumsy feet could crush her to death; at length
I see something move, far off near the window… but
no, it’s just a fly preying on an old leftover.
So, I stand up with hands on my hips,
I look up, down, to the side, my back, my feet,
she is nowhere to be found.
I come back, write a few more lines and I spot her
next to my ear – she sits at the chair’s top,
she’s playful and hops on me
she is walking all over me, it tickles.
After a while she seems to settle on my mess of a hair
I can feel individual fibers twitch at each of her steps
where will she go, I imagine you asking,
into my ear, into my skull?
I’m going leave her alone, playing, wandering atop
my jungle hair.
I will probably slowly forget her, get accustomed to her
pranks and romp. One day, tomorrow perhaps,
a gushing wind will break my gloomy meditations
and I will, in shock, gently touch my hair
to find Hope,
still sitting there.