You put your faith in nature
but for reasons unknown to you and me
they say it wasn’t meant to be —-
hollow words lay unsettled in hollow wombs.
Unworn onesies, unsong songs.
And so you go on —
you live, you love, you create.
You are a part of the cycle in ways larger than you think possible.
Though you still long to hold a little hand,
your hand is held
as the universe moves you along,
promising to show you the way.