holding hope

holding hope
there is infinite hope, but not for us —Franz Kafka

I try for upbeat
a bright outlook,
and do hold hope

for the wild things
not us

that we fall away,
a failed species
like dinosaurs, dire
wolves
leave our mother
the planet trying
to restore, renew
although petroleum
products are slow 
to break down
maybe she’ll create
a creature to eat them
I’ll hope for that

in the meantime
small details soothe—   
goldfinch crowd
the feeder    
deer bounding 
over the fence