These moments work like mystery
the small showing of hope
like ink spilled over a page
spread slow
like the roll of dough
kneaded into its best chance
at rising
times of "I think it might"
makes it all worth the possibilities
I feel it rising, like a cloud gathering
like lightning on the edge of
storms that cleanse air
a cloud small like the size
of a woman's hand
Valerie Bridgeman
© September 8, 2013
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