I am five years old
And I think I can finally see it-
The silver lining of the heavens
In the clouds overhead.
I point.
God, ghosts.
These things seem like solid truths in the palms of my hands
Same as the sinker
That my grandfather lowers into the bay.
He is hopeful, almost certain
That we will return home
With our arms full.
The boards of the dock creak under my knees.
I quit staring at the sky and turn to you,
Mouth the word "heaven"
And you smile.
You are certain.
But mostly, you are glad that I am hopeful.
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Hi!! The format of this is shit so don't look at it too long 😭 it's been a while
