All over the country citizens wake up
angry, happy or indifferent.
It is snowing, or it is not snowing.
It is a holiday, or they have to go to work
where some will wear a suit and tie
and some will pull Carhartt overalls
over long underwear, climb power
poles and restore heat broken in reckless wind
and televisions that will or will not be tuned in
to witness a black president sworn in
a second time, of a nation that may lead the world
or not, in what is best and worst in everyone
so painfully apparent all in one place
that is or is not somehow even one place.
What this citizen longs for most
when I watch the ceremony on television
is just a good poem that will make my mind forget
for a few moments what my heart does not understand.