eureka!

i discovered love in the kitchen sink on a tuesday. i discovered love while

slicing oranges and laying them out for you. i found god when i looked up

at the sky and realized i was lost, and all the pinpricks of stars felt like

holes that had been poked so that i could breathe. i discovered god

on the hottest day of the summer, and he looked like your house,

and his heart looked like a kitchen where popsicles sat melting

on the counter. i’d like to make something out of this. i’d like to

tell the world all the things i am discovering all the time. i’d like to

put on a backpack and travel the world or your heart or the laundromat

and come back empty-handed and full of sweetness. i’d like to drive down

the coastline. i think i could discover hope at the gas station on a sunday.

i think that hope is a thing that wears your clothes, and smells of oranges,

and hums along when mitski plays on the radio. i want to tell the world this.

i want to tell the world that there is so much to be found here. i want to keep hope

in the passenger seat and make sure that it gets enough air. i want to drive it home

and deliver it to you and roll down the windows on the way so that everyone sees.

i found this, giving off light in the dusk. i found it. i found hope in this place.