Colleen makes a smoothie:

parsley, spinach, rice milk, yogurt

 

Yesterday - the Womxn's March.

Day before - the Student March.

 

Protein powder, blackstrap molasses

 

Students march down the

street without police escort

as Power to the People

rings like an old bell.

 

The Womxn’s March

tomorrow.

 

Bus creeps behind,

slow and quiet

like a hearse in a

funeral procession.

 

Bananas, and blueberries

 

I clean up after breakfast.

Blender empty - put it aside.

Smoothie, sweet in a subtle way.

Healthful ingredients. Organic.

 

I do the other dishes.

Leave the blender for last.

 

Thick smoothie residue coating

its insides drops with gravity

and pools at the bottom

for a satisfying bonus sip

before I wash it away.

 

Something from nothing.

​

This country was

formed by a rag tag crew

that could not have imagined

flights to the moon

women that vote, an

African American President.

 

We may feel lost, but can we

combine like the residue

left in the smoothie?

 

Find that we are more than nothing?

 

Give those ahead of us a bonus sip?