Tomorrow

It is of a comfortly depth,

to dream of the unknown places,

that one day I will make into homes.

Lives unaware of my humanity,

that I will embrace with cherished relation.

Even lips that now anger and crisp,

who will soften against the curvature of my own.

Worn, digging hands with undone nails,

that I will lift to rest in my lap.

Perhaps, if I believe for just the briefest of breaths,

that I walk with both an over and ever flowing

capacity to do, to be good,

tomorrow will be worthy to step towards.