Hope neither lends itself to reason
Nor the strictures of the finite
It has little shape but great substance
Which, paradoxically, laughs at Newton’s Laws
Instead, the well it draws from is unfathomably deep
Like quantum particles it can be in more than one place at a time
And, as with dark matter, defies observation and containment
It is, and always will be, ephemeral
None-the-less, all humanity relies upon it daily
Especially so, in times such as these