A Very Good Day

We stayed home today and watched history being made, simply, imperceptibly, to the strains of Itzhak Perlman and Yo-Yo Ma, at 12 noon.


Then come the words.


And the poet's question:
What if the mightiest word is love,
love beyond marital, filial, national.
Love that casts a widening pool of light.
Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
anything can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp --
praise song for walking forward in that light.