To the Editor:
I wrote the poem below the morning after Election Day, when things were still undecided, and it could have gone either way. There's been so much build-up and anxiety around this election, and my hope now is that, no matter who we voted for, we can all move beyond that, back into gratitude for some of the small things in our lives we might have neglected because of all the worry and uncertainty.
After Election Day
The sun still rose today
as it always does, striking
the snaking arms of our geranium
and lighting each wide leaf,
the heat seeming to make them
more pungent as I brushed past,
lifting all the window shades.
Outside, slick brown leaves left
clinging to oaks shone at dawn
like sheets of hammered copper
that rattled in the slightest wind.
There were no tears for us here,
though we shook our heads
and asked each other, What now?
as I poured the boiling water
over coffee grounds in the filter
and leaned closer to breathe in
the fragrant steam, more grateful
than ever for the pleasure
of small things.