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

Dripping

No longer steaming
A mess that could be cleaned
Together

Maybe somewhere

Hope is not an improbability

Unlikely
Naive
But celebrated around a tomb
The morning black and cold
The light a tiny pinprick in the sky