I swear I can feel the grass
extend myself out, reach to touch
pet and adore, show my affection.
Light makes me marvel
all those photons busy working;
a free painting every second.
If my hope were tangible
I could easily say
it lives in times of quiet
blessed by a hummingbird
beating its wings.
Penney Knightly is a survivor of sexual abuse; themes about that are often found in her work. Her poetry has appeared in Broad Magazine, Big River Review, Dead King, Ink in Thirds, and elsewhere. She lives with her family on a sailboat in the San Francisco Bay, where she writes and makes art. She tweets @penneyknightly and shares on her blog http://penneyknightly.com.