Vision, Day 22
a poem a day
Vision
“You are a vision,” he whispers as he sips from his cup of coffee, watching her walk down the stairs first thing in the morning, her hair a mess in the way that she hates and the in the way that he absolutely adores.
A burning light
between the trees
at dusk, the moon's
light shining
just for me, almost
at the cusp
of full, waxing
poetic with her
magnetic pull.
To see that which is not there
or is and has not been seen by others
or might yet still be seen.
We envision the world we wish to live in.
Gardens as colourful as
the people walking down the streets.
Dreams of safety and belonging.
Songs of freedom and memory.
The reminder that we have more than enough.
Being able to have a home
without bloody history as its price
or fear for loved ones.
A queer space A sacred space..
A meeting place of old and new.
Repair, dignity, and accountability itd holding edges together.