Micah Streeter
Guest Poet
As something fades
Within us something says “Wow”
There’s a new thought we’ve found
What if tears were white
And clouds were blue
And blood was red – yours is, mine too
What kind of poem can a patriot write
If a man was so hopelessly inclined
To believe in something unbelievable
Inconceivable, like a movie with an open-end
It may never end, this storm of hate
Perhaps that is this country’s fate
But what if it’s not
What if the truth is far too hot
It burns our ears and eyes and minds
Like the voice of a country who is so inclined
To believe in love and believe in words
In a language of reason which trudges forward
In a leader who knows he’s not eaten the tree
Of the knowledge of goodness of you and me
Who knows what an election night poem looks like
Probably too long to read and too hard to write
But most of all it’s difficult to judge
How can I feel about this? What does he think?
When you look at these words what do you see?
I see a country of faith in something undone
Like an ugly Christmas sweater whose pain goes unsung
I see a cascade of metaphors, most of them meaningless
But as I turn to you and I say “Are you seeing this?”
You will say yes because that’s the truth
But who’s gonna read this thing anyway?
Why post it?
I don’t know and how can I?
All I know is all you need is love
Have a good night