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



*quotation is from W. B. Yeats, ‘The Second Coming’






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2 comments:

  1. janetldJanuary 23, 2017 at 10:39 PM

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

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  2. Jenny Ward AngyalJanuary 23, 2017 at 10:44 PM

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

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