January 21st

Today I heard my sisters
feet marching, voices raised
demanding
respect.

I saw sunshine, and new seeds
sprouting through
reaching past darkness
towards the light.

I smelt fresh air.
Window open
warm breeze
blowing in.

I felt determination
as I saw one bloom
trying to break through
where no others survived.

I tasted truth
in words out poured,
“Our Government is not America,
it is ‘we the people.’”

1-21-2017

anne