What a week we lived! Long, difficult, requiring a kind of patience and trust few of us come to naturally. And then on Saturday evening Kamala Harris took the stage as Vice President-elect, wearing the white suit of a suffragist, claiming her mixed race heritage, her powerful voice, and offering us a new vision for the future. In her honor, along with Stacey Abrams and the legions of African American women who once again came strongly to the polls, I chose Lucille Clifton for the poetry box.
“i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand”
