In the fog of conflict blinded numbness
we look to the leaders to steer,
peel back disagreement from the windshield.
We wait with held breath for a directive to follow
while voices clash, a radio screech between stations
unwilling to tune in to clarity.
We hope for a brilliant leader to put on a pedestal
of responsibility, like the GPS we depend on to find our way
the one who will hold the key to making it all go away.
Let's reach into our own pockets.
What if the driver we seek is us?
Not singular
but each, all
together.
The many
unified.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
Let’s give thanks for poll workers,
Stacey Abrams, fact-checkers —
and the weather Thank you to every
single person who helped to provide
others with the opportunity to vote in
our recent election. Together we can,
yes we can, keep democracy alive.
Thank you Joe Biden.
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