January 19th

Tap, Tap, Tapping
upon a car window.
The rain
comes trickling down.

I feel something
in the collective conscious today
that is melancholy
and hollow.

I taste fear and frustration.
New leadership?
makes some people wallow.

I smell a new wave of change,
and yet I sit still
to see.

For no matter what happens
outside of myself
I still feel hope
inside of me.