Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Boy riding home / No longer alone














... We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always -- home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country -- all of us --
facing the stars
hope -- a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it -- together
(from "One Today," inaugural poem by Richard Blanco, 2013)
(trackpad drawing by am from January 2008)

2 comments:

Taradharma said...

you have reminded me to go look up this poem, and see him read it via youtube. I missed the festivities. Your artwork goes very nicely -- this image is one of my favorites of yours.

Anonymous said...

Such a wonderful poem and moment.