On the morning
after the vote
a star somewhere will collapse
in upon itself,
sending tiny ripples
across the universe.
A woman will birth
her first child,
a grandfather will breathe
his last.
The hawk who lives at the top
of the cottonwood tree will again
hunt his breakfast as birdsong breaks
just on the edge of the light.
The towns will wake.
The cities will come to life.
The workers will go to work,
and the disease among us
will rage on.
Some will still stand surveying
shattered homes, dreams
incinerated, while some
will pace a world shrunk
to the size of a room
behind a door
forgotten.
The same hungry man will stand
on the same corner.
The same bewildered child will board her bus
and sit alone.
The same destitute
will feel the same desperation
they faced yesterday.
The same woman
with her wealth,
her two hands and feet,
her two ears,
her one mouth,
will decide
what is most important.
On the morning
after the vote,
my children will still rise
with questioning eyes to watch,
as ever,
what I will make of this day.
View from the Valley 
So good! And so true. Thank you for this.
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Thanks for reading and taking time to comment!
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When the voting’s over, done,
I think it might be best
to give myself a little fun
and a little rest.
These times have been so trying,
with riots in the streets,
sundered fam’lies crying,
and masks worn at track meets.
Sports are now political,
and I’ll be confessin’
I no longer watch the NFL;
don’t need another lesson.
Need a break from messed-up world of ours;
so I think I’ll go vacay on Mars.
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So true!
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This is really beautiful and powerful!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem. I love it.
Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much, Sandra!
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P.S. I just shared it to my FB Author page
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Thank you!
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Julie, this was incredible. I sent it to my children, and my daughter responded by adding a few lines. It touched my heart so much. I will send it on to you. I hope it is okay. Thank you for inspiring her. I also would love to chat sometime about taking some writing lessons from you. I would, of course, pay you, but I know you are a very busy mom and children’s minister!
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