tanka

tanka--
small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Friday, January 20, 2017

Digging In


Inauguration Day 2017

sleepless
at midnight I reread
the poet’s words:
what rough beast
slouches toward Bethlehem . . .*


one by one
the doors slam shut—
I tunnel
into the night sky
a wormhole to hope


clasping hands
with women black
and brown
like silent moles
we turn the Earth









2 comments:

  1. How very striking and metaphorical.
    I hope the narrator continues to find that "wormhole to hope."

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  2. Thanks, Janet. I hope we all can find it.

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