November 7th

Written after Joe Biden and Kamala Harris are announced president and vice president elect

Maybe it was all a dream, the before.
Half swollen, half realized, half remembered.
But I’m still shaking.

I...I still know the feeling.
And the proof of it is everywhere.

The truth is dead in the ground,

And still dying, on this brittle-nearing Earth.

It is all of us, squinting through the last of the fog.

When we pinched ourselves before, we felt it.
But we weren’t awake after all.
Now, we’ve been stirred, like Snow White.

The kiss of hope just enough

to push us on to our toes,

And cast our eyes upon the horizon,

Still so far above the tops of our

skyscrapers, beyond our reach, and realize:

It’s beautiful.