In Richard Blanco‘s poem, read at Barack Obama’s second inauguration ceremony, he writes of
under and in and on and through we all live our lives.
I particularly loved this part.
Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling,
or whispers across café tables, Hear: the doors we open
for each other all day, saying: hello, shalom,
buon giorno, howdy, namaste, or buenos días
in the language my mother taught me—in every language
spoken into one wind carrying our lives
without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.
See and read the whole poem here.
With thanks to Patti Digh and the many gems she shares in her regular Poetry Wednesday posts.