This poem is for dVerse’s Haibun Monday. Frank asked us to write about being pleasantly surprised.
I wake to the pleasant surprise that Doug Jones has won the Senate race in Alabama. The win gives me a tiny bit of hope that people have been awakened, though I am still disheartened by the closeness of the race. Like Daedalus, we could create; like Icarus, we could rise and soar, and we could rescue those who dare to dream but fall, so that they can try again. Instead, we sink into the muck, believing lies and embracing bigotry, ignorance, and greed. My husband and I light the Hanukkah candles. I watch their flickering glow and think of miracles. Later, as I turn out the bedside lamp. I hear geese honking in the winter night. Do they beat their wings to the songs of the shimmering stars? Do they dream of soaring higher? I wonder and think again of miracles.
wait for the sea change–
the winds shift and the waves roll
awakening spring
Lucílio de Albuquerque, “The Awakening of Icarus,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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