Rising reluctant in morning
I ventured forth.
Swirling among My Fellow Americans
Joining the queue of the enfranchised
I immersed myself in a metropolitan Salad Bowl
of people who were all the same because we were all different.
Lines at the polls move quicker than I do in the morning.
But so do most things. Like snails, and turtles, and magma.
There are those who would ask my inclination,
my party affiliation. And to those I would reply:
My choice was simple.
I voted for an end to the salacious sniping,
an end to the constant coverage.
I voted for new news stories, for my reunion
with friends whose political affiliations differ,
for the future, whatever it may hold.
My flicking of levers in voting booths
(themselves just a smidge smaller than my apartment)
is America in action, makes me a member
of a better city, of a greater populace.
I flexed my political bicep.
I opted in.
I engaged in the Democratic process.
I renewed my commitment to America.
I raised my voice.
I voted. Did you?