Poem for Wednesday and Canal Afternoon

The Miracle of Morning
By Amanda Gorman

I thought I’d awaken to a world in mourning.
Heavy clouds crowding, a society storming.
But there’s something different on this golden morning.
Something magical in the sunlight, wide and warming.

I see a dad with a stroller taking a jog.
Across the street, a bright-eyed girl chases her dog.
A grandma on a porch fingers her rosaries.
She grins as her young neighbor brings her groceries.

While we might feel small, separate, and all alone,
Our people have never been more closely tethered.
The question isn’t if we will weather this unknown,
But how we will weather this unknown together.

So on this meaningful morn, we mourn and we mend.
Like light, we can’t be broken, even when we bend.

As one, we will defeat both despair and disease.
We stand with healthcare heroes and all employees;
With families, libraries, schools, waiters, artists;
Businesses, restaurants, and hospitals hit hardest.

We ignite not in the light, but in lack thereof,
For it is in loss that we truly learn to love.
In this chaos, we will discover clarity.
In suffering, we must find solidarity.

For it’s our grief that gives us our gratitude,
Shows us how to find hope, if we ever lose it.
So ensure that this ache wasn’t endured in vain:
Do not ignore the pain. Give it purpose. Use it.

Read children’s books, dance alone to DJ music.
Know that this distance will make our hearts grow fonder.
From a wave of woes our world will emerge stronger.

We’ll observe how the burdens braved by humankind
Are also the moments that make us humans kind;
Let every dawn find us courageous, brought closer;
Heeding the light before the fight is over.
When this ends, we’ll smile sweetly, finally seeing
In testing times, we became the best of beings.

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Tuesday was one of those days I just wanted to get over with so we could get to Wednesday. I feel a bit badly because it wasn't a bad day -- nice weather, we took a nice walk, saw several finches and woodpeckers and lots of squirrels and a bunny -- and laundry and various chores got done, including some major kitchen cleaning because we were recycling reusable plastic cups to rearrange a top shelf and wiping inside and all around the refrigerator because we had a major ketchup leak inside and outside, urgh. 

I watched Voyager's "Initiations" with my fan friends of many years, including Shalini, with whom I saw the winter lights the other night, and a brief appearance by my very longtime friend Laura. Then Paul and I watched the second episode of Trickster, which is pretty good. Now I'm switching watching James Corden's inauguration version of "One Day More" on repeat (Patti LuPone!) to Master and Commander because I'm in the mood after the TikTok sea shanty explosion. MLK Day at the canal: