2020-06-08T13:53:08-04:00June 8th, 2020|Musings on life|


You yell as loud as anyone
at the protest

your cardboard sign clenched
in your little hands
high as you can stretch

as a quilt sewn with thousands
of raised fists
rolls like the sea
in front of us

you see a classmate
in the parking lot
as we leave
and you are quiet at first
as the tentacles of your mind
wrap around him
gently placing him in a new slot
like a library book
that you realized
had been on the wrong shelf

we go for pizza
on our way home

you ask me
don’t I feel happy now
that everyone wants racism to be over

I explain that there is still
so much work to be done
even in our own hearts

you are quiet
as I shuffle my thoughts
trying to carve the right words
into the tip of this moment

I can’t make the hope go away

you declare
with resignation
as though you have done
something wrong

so I hug you
because it buys me time
to realize what I really want to say
which is

let that garden of hope take root
let those wild weeds
take over the world.

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