to you and I, the various, the beautiful, the bold
no longer alone, but crying out
not for the world they know but a world demanded
from the ignorant and the certain empowered
by an army built on hope.
Come away, come away from the lash of false praise
they dig out to divert; come away, come away
from the salt they sprinkle to tire and divide;
come away, come away with diligence,
listen to the voices of the sea, to the sirens singing
each to each, and know:
you are not alone.
(Yesterday, I walked with the thousands who converged for the Women’s March on Lansing, a part of the international Women’s March movement–something that turned out to be the largest protest in the history of the United States. But the actions cannot stop there. It is a beginning. But one that should demonstrate to all those who could make it and all those who watched that they are not alone. It showed millions how to forge connections beyond the bubbles we so often throw up, and learn how to effect real change: together.)