The other day the ol' metaphor generator created an interesting one to think about. After talking with friends who live in Minneapolis about their lives and the trauma of now, hope is both abundant and fragile.
. . . . . . .
hope is a foggy night
which is to say that
while hope
might be a blanket
near the fire
or the light
of a distant window
in the night,
hope pierces,
too, like a searchlight
that slices
a narrow tunnel
in the darkness,
that warns
of the rocks
ahead.