I am still emerging from the chrysalis of ex-MA student days, and trying to catch up with myself. I had these poem/notes from the Pride 2013 candlelit vigil, the first one I’ve ever attended. And here they are.
I think you are on fire
you say to me.
Candle smudged fingers indenting the wax.
We’ve got thoughts on our heads
and history flickering in our hands
We hold it aloft like women
holding children up for a blessing
like men holding high
stones to throw at our sins.
People tell us we are doing fine.