... 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
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:
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.
Such a wonderful poem and moment.
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