Hope In A Basket

You lift the small shape

Not wicker

Not wood

But a vessel made of

Breath

Memory

And the thin bright thread

Of what refuses to vanish

Light gathers around it

As if dawn recognizes

Its own beginning

Inside

Nothing physical rests

Only symbols

A seed that glows

Without soil

A feather from a future

Still forming its wings

A shard of courage

That hums like a quiet star

They rise together

A soft constellation

Held in your palms

As you move

The vessel brightens

Warmth climbing your wrists

Your chest

Until even the shadows

Soften their edges

Hope becomes a lantern

Woven from meaning alone

A light that grows

Simply because

You chose to carry it