A Someday

Submitted by Hannah W. on Thu, 04/22/2010 - 17:17

**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**

my dear little sisters,
little brothers,
little babes.
before you were born, I had a dream
of someday.

when the cities have all fallen,
and the wars are done and torn away
when the sidewalk cracks grow and expand
and there is no one to repave.
when the offices, now ruins
and the old neighborhoods in disarray
become a new sort of forest
where children come to stay.

the ivy scales the brick walls,
climbs the fences made of chains,
twirls up the rotting telephone poles
and from upon dead wires, waves.
the trees, unhindered, rise
over cracked avenues, arch their boughs
behind abandoned houses
they make new shelters now.

no more are there boundaries
decided by money and men
no more are the creatures
kept within their tiny pens.
Out of cracks, out of forgotten dirt
out of tril and negelct
springs a garden to heal brokenness,
and embrace you as a friend.

Ravaged, roofless cathedral
with stained glass shattered like tears on its floor;
goldrenrod springs up near the altar,
and a willow weeps where once was a door.
Truckbeds left rusting since some long-ago year
and cars with half the parts stripped or lost
filled up with trash that turned into dirt
onto which, by the wind, seeds were tossed.

all that is left behind,
left over, left alone
will reach up to touch the sky,
it will flourish, it will grow!
and the nature of children is to make use of what they have
and the nature of humans is to overcome the bad
and the nature of nature is to be where soil is
and the nature of people is to find a way to live.

my dear little sisters,
little brothers,
little babes
here is the only gift I can offer you:
the hope of a someday.

Author's age when written


it's like the dream that seemed silly to dream........if tthat makes any sense. I love, love this poem, it's like the little ray of hope, which doesn't look like a rey of hope, but really is a speck of sunshine in dark places (when all other lights go out!)

This was incredibly beautiful!! Ioved the part about the cathedral and the golden rod and the stained glass.. the imagery there was stunning!


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

Very beautiful imagery. It actually isn't dystopian at all

Formerly Kestrel

Excellent, as always. I agree with Kestrel, beautiful imagery.

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

Sad, and lovely at the same time.

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Ditto to Elizabeth--the cathedral part was amazing!

And now our hearts will beat in time/You say I am yours and you are mine...
Michelle Tumes, "There Goes My Love"