Maybe Somewhere

Maybe somewhere
I would stop
and notice you
and you would notice me
the flowers would not be merely yellow
But golden

Maybe somewhere
I'd believe
the world was alive
Not merely existing
between laundry cycles
and vacuuming
and unmade beds

Maybe somewhere
the pressure releases
Like my instant pot
when I made brown rice quinoa pasta
And the pressure turned into foam
No longer steaming
A mess that could be cleaned

Maybe somewhere
Hope is not an improbability
But celebrated around a tomb
The morning black and cold
The light a tiny pinprick in the sky


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