Now you might ask, but MB – I didn’t see Day Nineteen?

And you would be right. Every month-o-poems, there’s a chance that a poem might be just a little too personal, a little too pointed , a little too specific. While I might think the words themselves are good, bad or indifferent, I choose not to put the poems out there in public. So yes, there was a poem, safe in the files, but just not here.

Today was quite the day wasn’t it? I just had to think about who might be out there not waiting anxiously for this verdict. I’m sure there must be some out there who have hardened their thoughts against the idea of change. For them I send up a universal prayer to allow them relief.

In the hour so so we waited
weren’t we holding our breaths?
I wondered about those who
weren’t hoping for justice
weren’t praying for the right answer
to this terrible question.
For those I send up a prayer
because if it had gone the other way
we would have kept on fighting
for rights, for equality,
for everyone, and I hope
they feel as relieved as
we do with the verdict
even if they can’t say it aloud.

the tension released
announcing justice today
I feel hope rising

I went to the post office but they were closed for lunch so I went for a little ride and discovered the Beaver Cotton Mill Overlook in downtown Valatie. The mill was founded in 1820 and was destroyed by fire in the blizzard of 1888.