There is hope.
Nestled, quiet,
in the darkening skies
of our country’s binding.
It is there on the edge,
a tiny beacon amid the chaos,
flickering in a constant heartbeat
of warm light.
It is in the eyes of those,
once complacent in our progression
but now lit with a fierceness to rival
even the most ferocious mountain lion.
It is in the children,
seeing the Lady of Liberty
constrained, tied down,
the words she holds dashed to the ground
and their observance of how their parents
stand and choose to raise their fist to defend.
It is awakening in those true
to the documents held most dear
and using their position in government
to dig their heels in for the fight,
rousing in the great halls of our government.
There is hope,
nestled quiet
in the fabric of our democracy
inching toward the spark
that will light the flames.

© Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017