Today’s Prompt is a Two-fer: Write a days of the week/weak poem.
On a November Tuesday
you might wear scarves
and long white skirts
to remember how to vote.
You might take your knitting
and stand in a long line
waiting for your chance
to be a part of history.
You might fidget
when they ask your name,
might feel a tremor when you see
that yours is the only Democrat on the page.
You might recall other Tuesdays
in November, when you believed
in the process, when you knew
that your voice counted, too.
(That’s pretty depressing, and I think it went deeper into the sense of helplessness than I might be feeling at this moment, though I definitely cycle into that place where I lose my belief that my voice matters in this “democracy” anymore.)
“I am not talking about giving our hearts over to despair. I wonder if we can train our hearts, intentionally, like athletes who train for a marathon, to bear the load without crumpling under the weight. I think that’s what the children need from us, for us to bear them, bear the stories, hold them as though they were our own, to be prepared to act at any moment for any one of them within our reach. I think the times call for hearts strong enough to be tender, to bleed without weakening, to rage and protect and pray and hope without numbing out.
“I don’t think it has to be a choice. We don’t have to choose between the closed heart and the broken heart. We can be awake and yet not despair. It’s worth a try.” —Beth Weaver-Kreider
“Never limit yourself because of others’ limited imagination; never limit others because of your own limited imagination.” —Mae Jemison
“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” —Frederick Buechner
Alice Walker—”Activism is the rent I pay for living on this planet.”
Found on a T-shirt: I am totally happy and not dangerous mostly.
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” —Marcus Aurelius
1. I voted. I don’t know for sure how much I believe in it anymore, though I am liking some of what I am seeing in the results today, and the poll-folks are friendly, and the photo-art on the walls of the local high school/polling place is really excellent.
2. The sweet justice of a transwoman beating out the incumbent who called himself Virginia’s “chief homophobe.” Maybe I will start to trust the democratic process again, just a little.
3. Tea. The sudden shift in the weather has me cringing in blankets and hats and scarves. Tea takes the edge off. And it’s one thing I share in common with a particular student who hates my class, so I am grateful for that.
4. Color. I forgot to take Ducktown over the bridge this morning because I have become so used to going left and taking Valley View while the bridge was out. We turned onto Valley View just as the sun cascaded through cloud behind us and hit the forested ridge off by the River. The colors were dazzling.
5. How people take care of each other.
May we walk in Beauty!