There’s been a lot of discussion about the Women’s March and its purpose and its controversy and I support that. I’m still thinking about exactly what and how I fit into this movement. I know I need to be a part of it, that I must be a part of it, but I also cannot in anyway usurp or suppress the activists who have laid the groundwork for this movement to even occur. With these and many other thoughts, I have this poem which is just one of my many reactions to the march.
As always, thank you for reading my writing.
Little girl
dancing in the window
little girl dancing
long-legged grasshopper
gray-headed knight-gown
night grown rich with
sound.
Under sullen sky
dripping rain through lamplight
long feet marching
out of history
into history
out of fear
into awe
out of white
into dark and rich-
brown and gold and red and black as earth.
And above
in the light-gray-brown-black-red moving swelter
little girl dances
dances on.
