Reaching for hope in a challenging world
Well, here we are, in the new tomorrow. Hard stuff going on there always is These days so much of it Wishes are easy blow on the dandelion Resistance is hard alone is impossible Hands are warm two by two by two But... How do you see them? Use them? Connect through them? Her hand Her hand fits nicely with mine, the perfect size one for the other’s, but indoors only, never outdoors. The most natural act in the world hand holding is not natural to me, to us. This inhibition, this constraint dates me — us — as old, as older dykes who lived — have always lived — in the shadows. Bolder these days, we live beyond the shadows but do we hold each other’s hand outside? Beyond these walls? We could. (There are laws.) Do we want to? (There is acceptance.) We might. (We know ourselves.) Perhaps it takes more than knowing, than being able to, even after all these years, to feel nat...