So this is the poem I wrote about voting on Tuesday, or actually, waiting in the playground before we got into the school to vote: anticipation.
Election Morning, Nov. 8, 2016
Alexander Hamilton Elementary School
Bodies order themselves in circles, concentric,
The newest arrivals on the inside, protected:
One step forward. Stand. Watch each others’
Nervous faces, watch the selfies on this
Historic morning. Another step forward. Stand.
This election has kept us guessing, neither able
To watch this boor go up against this white-clad
Suffragette, nor able to look away, alas.
One embraces the thought of war—he’s a fan,
Apparently; the other considers him deplorable.
The circle moves incrementally, a lazy dragon
Shifting forward one step at a time, waiting to take
A stand on the issues, to fill in small ovals
With a black marker on a slightly shielded shaky
Table. But not yet. For now, take a step forward.
Stand. I hear a woman say, “This is like that
Catholic thing in the garden.” Oh yes. The living
Rosary. People stand in a circle, each saying on prayer
To our mother to save us. Three rounds: Joyful,
Sorrowful, Glorious mysteries. Pray for us sinners.
Yes, this is a circle like that one. Taking a step forward.
Standing. Remembering the joys and sorrows of
The last eight years. Hoping against hope for glory
To come. Twelve hours later we sit and wait for hope
And unity to win, take another step forward, stand.
Every chance you get … say, ‘he doesn’t speak for me.’
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