The joy in hearing your stories
O Cynical Optimist
(Your serene green eyes
Your face radiating confidence)
Like that woman who looked
Ten years into the future
And knew with whom
She needed to be standing now
Despite all the risks and dangers
The allure of playing it safe
She knew the first person plural
Was the way to go
To adapt Mother Jones
Ever so slightly
“Don’t kvetch-
Organize”
And walk forward
With our fears
To discover our strength
Together
