Once again I am participating in the 30 Poems in November fundraiser for the Center for New Americans. So far I’ve raised $250 of my $300 goal, and written 19/30 poems!

Please consider donating to my campaign anytime this month.

Here’s today’s poem for you to enjoy.

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interstitial

we are poised, between air and water
between drowning and floating
thrashing our limbs in a panic
of motion, voices a babble
of righteous opinion.
this interval of time, this gasp–
it’s over quickly, and we don’t know
if the thing filling our lungs will
be liquid or air, if the salt
of our tears will moisten our lips
with a sea-spray of joy or despair,
half the country flailing in fear
either way the wind blows.
this moment touches our bodies.
we are the desperate ocean:
the beating of hands, of hearts
the sleepless eye and the sinking stomach.
we are the burning breath of freedom
and the kicking of weary limbs.
we keep on, just one more moment.
and again, one more.