you ask me a question
I give you a poem
your question has doubt
my poem has hope
you ask me a question about the poem
and I say there’s no doubt about hope

words flow into silence
silence flows into past
past and present starring into each other
with a pen and a blank sheet of paper
in the hands of a clock
the wind shakes a leaf
it’s almost tomorrow

you ask me another question
and I give you this