always under one sky.

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We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight
of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always, always — home,
always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon
like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop
and every window, of one country — all of us —
facing the stars
hope — a new constellation
waiting for us to map it,
waiting for us to name it — together.

From “One Today” by Richard Blanco

This is the last stanza of the poem that Richard Blanco wrote for President Obama’s second inauguration. I kept trying to figure out when I should post it, kept putting it off as not quite right, not yet. And now it’s the end of National Poetry Month so I guess we will conclude the month with it. If you used the inaugural poem as a chance to take a break and maybe go to the bathroom instead of listening to someone read poetry, I encourage you to read it now. To me, it is a powerful reflection on the things that unite us as Americans (and, really as citizens of the world). We have varied experiences and yet our hearts are moved by the same bravery, the same tragedy. Despite our differences, some things connect us all.

A long time ago, on this very blog, I posted that I was not really a person who liked poetry very much. And it was the truth. I had no use for telling the truth slant, I wanted it straight. But as the world and my heart have grown more crooked, I better understand this circuitous path. If you are interested in discovering more poetry for yourself, my number one tip is to ask the people around you what poems they like. Not only will you learn something about them, you will also have an entryway into that particular poem, through the person you already know.

There are so many more poems that I want to share that I will probably post them on Sundays for a while. Thank you for indulging me for a solid month (minus a few days here and there). I hope one of these poems connected with you in some way.

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