Noon Poem
Hope is
Holding ground in total dark
Reminding yourself that eyes adjust
Just hold tight
Not dark as
As fresh as tomorrow's hope
Nearly unseen, little, like you
A ninety-nine percenter
A ninety-nine percenter
Hope is
Suspecting that Kiwis pray
Doesn't matter whom to, in my view
It's next doors' party, while falling asleep
A bit boozy
Secular fun
Listening, woozy in hope well spent
Not my party
Yet, within my ninety-nine percenter
Yet, within my ninety-nine percenter
And no gate crasher
Just glad to hear our Kiwi spirit
Ready for action
I hope, anyway, like you
Trusting in tomorrow's whatever