From Muriel Rukeyser’s Breaking Open:
How we live:
I look into my face in the square glass.
Under it, a bright flow of cold water.
At once, a strong arrangement of presences:
I am holding a small glass
under the little flow
at Fern Spring, among the western forest.
A cool flaw among the silence.
The taste of the waterfall.
Here is a conversation between my husband and I tonight, on this 11/9:
Me: We go high.
Husband: I wish I could make it heard everywhere across the country that we do not have commonality with the people who voted for Trump.