on hope

When I was a kid, I used to stare at shrubs and bushes for several minutes in hopes of finding a four-leaf clover. At one moment, I believed with a whole heart that I would find one. That somewhere among the bunch, she was smiling at me as I searched amongst her three-leafed sisters. I believe she stared at me quietly and hoped to be found as she called upon the heavens for the wind to blow and reveal her symmetry.