Let me come clean: I voted for the man. Twice. I would vote for him again, if I could. He's talking about hope and optimism right now. I remember the night he first won the Presidency of the United States. I watched him address a huge crowd of people. I saw a news anchor, a man of color, hold back tears as he talked about the legacy of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Hope and optimism are not normal states for me, if you haven't noticed. I can wallow and embrace darkness. (I'm a poet. It comes with the territory.) Tonight, however, I'm not feeling pessimistic. I'm feeling proud of a country led by a good, decent man. I'm feeling optimistic that goodness and decency will continue to be a guiding light for the American people. Darkness and pessimism will fail.
That's Saint Marty's belief. His faith.
Ark
by: Camille T. Dungy
I will enter you as hope enters me,
through blinding liquid, light of rain, and I
will stay inside until you send me out;
I will stay inside until you ground me.
We cannot outrun the rain. So many
summers I have tried. So many summers.
But when the rumble calls after the spark
there can be no escape. No outstripping
the drench soak, the wet sheath, the water caul.
This is more than you want to hear. Much more
than I want to tell you. Tabernacle
transporting my life from the desert, you,
the faith I am born and reborn into,
you, rescuer, deliverer of rain.
No comments:
Post a Comment