“The moment when a feeling enters the body is political.” -Adrienne Rich
Feelings well up in the Women’s March Feeling mauve, Santa Ana, I grieve for the broken river bank the homeless an ancient rage —the thirst to kill the drive to war Feeling angry at the deceit in the inauguration address— power to the people a masquerade disrupting the symphony and California air Feeling ashamed of our unscrupulous race and pursuits Feeling dis-eased there are lies, lies, lies in the human mouth Feeling an ache for asking again when shall we ever learn Feeling wanting to tell the truth, mouth cracked drought-intolerant Feeling opened & tender longing for green rain wisteria sustenance Feeling partially irresponsible for preferring to retreat to Mount Baldy comforted by friendly snow intelligent pine the swirled knots of kindness Feeling pulled to the streets of Santa Ana the energy field of feelings the humanly love and struggle Feeling the intensely worried brown eyes of a handsome young father the older child sleeping in his arms the infant strapped to his shoulder clearly feeling an uncertain future Feeling unrest and agitation feelings of crisis criss-cross faces signs and hearts Feeling respect for the devotion to order and peace Feeling reassured women who marched in the sixties rejoin the march today in vivid colored clothes and lipsticks and beliefs Feeling we come from a long history of making public our feelings Feeling a flash of recognition of a kindred spirit as a winged couple pass through— Hope is the thing with feathers Feeling innocent and trusting again seeing a girl’s smile and her sign with the bold pink words close to her heart— BUILD KINDNESS NOT WALLS Feeling humbled by the clear vision of the young Feeling a secret conviction that our words can heal our warring worlds Feeling into dreaming Feeling into believing Feeling into dancing Feeling warmth now in January in genuine California sun and light Feeling awe— our bodies still blaze like the many colors of dawn —how we come together how we will go on
Jie Tian is a poet, librarian, ecological artist, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from UC Riverside. Her work appears in Spillway, Solo Novo, Sentence: A Journal of Prose Poetics, Asian American Short Story Writers, and Asian American Playwrights. She is completing her poetry manuscript, Migration, and learning book arts.
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