Monday, August 08, 2011
Poetry Cavalcade 2: Meeting Place
I sat once (once)
In Lincoln's pew
People asked later
"Did you feel it?"
The minister told me to,
Motioned me in.
On warm worn wood
I sat alone.
Later that year,
Dusk in Atlanta,
MLK's church;
Again, I'm alone.
But... yes, I did feel it.
Yes, it did matter.
Yes, I did know I was
Never alone.
