Lookin’ For Hope In All The Right Places

A visionary in vintage clothing,
A hymn’s longing in faded jeans,
Rummaging through objets d’art
Or searching for stars in empathic eyes
Twinkling over facemasks.

The tea leaves in my old hiking boots
Laugh like Gibraltar itself
At such good fortune:
“You are heading in the right direction.”

Look all around.
The Hug is made flesh
And dwells among us.