Wake Me

Pinch me.
Wave your hands
in front of my tired eyes
and tell me I’m not dreaming.

Tell me I’ve awakened
from this long, dark night
to find hope in the smile
and the beautiful words of a man
who promises to be honest
and to listen to me
especially when we disagree.

This morning after
I did not jerk my hand away
to snap the radio off
but turned the sound of his voice
toward that core of who I am
so that he might whisper
those words of hope,
coaxing the embers of trust
back to life.

“Yes we can”
he says to my heart of hearts.

Yes
we
can.