into the unknown
from out of the familiar
let us now venture.

I am not the me,
not the me you thought I’d be,
not the one to set you free
and not the one you once believed
would stem the tides of seas.

I am more than me,
not the one you had foreseen,
but just like you I had a dream –
a delicate contingency –
depending on a “we.”

image: Untitled blue

hope sings softly now
like a child’s voice before it
gathers confidence.

photo: Tom@HK