We can’t stop shining.
I’m sure the wolves can see.
We try to tamp down the happiness
dancing around the edges of us.
Keep our heads down to hide
the light in our eyes.
But time goes by slowly.
Tomorrow has stopped to pick flowers
or chat with yesterday
and is in no rush to get here.
My father’s words sing to me.
“Where there is hope,
there is life.”
Knowing my father is coming for us,
that we are worth being retrieved.
Rescued.
We make it through the day
undetected.