This morning I came across a little poem I wrote eight months ago, in response to the prompt “utopia”, and liked it enough that I wanted it on the blog. Please forgive it if you are usually here for bookish content!

Utopia
An “ou-topos”
– “non-place” –
lonely
imaginary.
Only,
today I glimpsed it –
just beyond the coffee cup
and my daughter’s little laugh,
contentment, unfurledย slowly,
like calathea leaves in the dawn.
One life
only.