Kind Words

Thank you

for your words, whether

Kind or not

Matters not

What matters is 

You wrote.

Took me months to look

At the abandoned page 

Empty for years so

I didn’t think to see 

But you wrote, as ever,

Exactly what I needed to hear

From my teacher, my spiritual guide

Through the journey 

The long turning of this decade.

Thank you

For your kind words, you

Once said to me.

And now to you. Thank you.

Thankful, 2016

I am thankful for adversity.
For evil so naked
it gives me strength to fight,
exhausted as I am.

I am thankful for allies.
For surprising support from
unexpected places,
rising from the wreckage.

I am thankful for sight.
For all media, all recordings, all
memories immortalized and broadcast,
so we can truly see.

I am thankful for love.
For brothers and sisters of all kinds,
lifting each other up to
reach the unattainable.

And I am thankful for you.
For sharing this journey
and for always striving
to walk in the light.

Pants

Who wears the pants? Who’s allowed
to have freedom to move, to dance
without fear of exposure
without hands groping, snaking up our skirts
you can’t throw us down across a desk
when we wear pants. Or is it just
more subtle, a sign
of equality, of equal ease and comfort
of equal stature, in our own eyes?
The People’s House 
didn’t allow us to wear pants
until she arrived, and brought
what had been 70 years of freedom
to dress ourselves in slacks
crashing the halls while these Millenials
were babes crying in their cribs.

Don’t tell me she’s the cause,
she’s the Establishment, the root
of the evils she’s been fighting 
longer than you’ve been alive. Just

be glad you live now,
not subjugated in skirts.