It’s Monday morning, a national holiday to commemorate Martin Luther King. I wonder what he would think if he could see our country now? We, as at other times but more so now, need people of courage to lead, to inspire. Poetry Monday presses on.
I am here today.
I was here yesterday.
I will be here tomorrow.
months since I could say that.
I stopped moving two days ago, maybe three,
and I am disoriented,
like a passenger on a train suddenly halted
who sees the world still struggling to slide past the window.
my senses bounce from the same four walls
confused by familiarity.
at first a rumble of distress,
but vertigo passes.
here is the old world made new,
the newcomer’s view,
the moment I have been training for
without knowing I was training at all.