inauguration

I write the following with a cynical mind, one who is not impressed with the mere delivery of rhetoric or assembled pride. I write it as if I am waking up hearing the words of a leader, or leaders, who we truly all do believe in, rather than settle for. What a day that might be.

We reach today with exhaustion facing our minds
but with our spirits soaring,
for we accomplish all that we have desired,
for far too many generations.

we reach today arriving with a solid common-felt admiration
for what composed this journey,
the tribulations and triumphs,
the faltering and flourishing,
the gasping exhalation and the redeeming inhalation
of success.

and look around at these faces,
the unmoveable who can’t be bothered to bathe away the
pleasure to thrive from their smiles,
those who will not let the rain compose any macabre tellings
of dismay or torment,
those who will not let the cold steal the energy from under our arms
and in our chests,
those will not relent until the realization of all that we want
is finally achieved.

we reach today with fatigue,
with weariness,
languor, even.

but we arrive at a moment when
hope will reign out
for nothing else matters
than to live as if this experience of ours
is indeed worth it.