we press on, despite,

wait for the light,

live for finding

meaning, like a beacon,

we saw it flash

once, we think

a field was revealed

we ran across it barefoot

waved dandelion seeds

a year passed;

we went back, weeds,

high as our kneecaps.

we gather our children

pray for happiness

search for them,

in open fields,

on sunny days

my son said,

here is your grandson

I wanted to cry

with the weight of it.

another son climbed

a rock wall, his ex-lover

shared photos from below.

I thought, will they?

today, it is day, but dark

and we will explore

wet paths through forest,

as I pray for rain.

I have found

it is better to pray

for what is likely to come,

then, offer thanks for it.