denial is for midnight,
you hoped to wake and find
a day that had not left behind
your half of the country,
your whole head and heart.
(hard to imagine sunrise healing
this nation split apart)
in the early ams, anger beckons
you’d never reckoned
on such foolishness and fear
in this cheering, jeering nation,
(in this sad nation, split apart.)
by morning light we bargain –
perhaps the house, or senate races –
could he really build a wall?
(the wall is built already
across this great nation, split apart)
depression. the sun rises, and
the world is not the same, or sane? and we –
we are to blame.
(we did not work hard enough,
for our nation, split apart.)
acceptance – after coffee. or after
another night and day.
not of where or who we are,
but of the the long, long way.
there’s very far to go,
but where we walk together,
perhaps together there we’ll stay.