MLK Poem, from Judson to Staten Island

A view from the ferry. 

Miki PopeAt Kitty’s memorial ❤️ — attending Remembering KITTY a gathering of friends, comrades,activists at Zuccotti Park.  "Last night was emotional as fuck. I can't remember the last time I cried so much, and it might sound fucked up to people who didn't know Kitty, but I also can't remember the last time I had so much fun. It was definitely the best way we could have remembered one of the most beautiful human beings in the world.Life is a darker place without you here, Kitty, but just knowing you has also made my life so much better."

 

“We are made by history,” reads the MLK quote on the Judson church bulletin.

 “We are not  makers of history.”

Or is it something we do make?

A connection between ourselves and others.

“It is the active outpouring of one’s entire being into the being of another.”

Something  of me in you and you in me – in this place.

Waiting and watching.

Looking  at the books on the street.

The  vendors.

People hustling.

Sleeping on the street.

Remembering marching with King,

With Kitty who flew away.

I’ll fly away.

With the birds.

The songs.

In  the park.

In the skies.

Following  us on  the Staten Island Ferry.

Clouds above.

Water in the distance.

Another island, connected and separated and connected and separated.

People move in to snap a shot of lady liberty.

Give us your tired, your poor.

Her words so much larger than anyone in Washington.

Water in the distance, separated and connected with our entire being. 

We believe  we can float.

Faith  carries us.

It floats and flies, zigs  and zags.

Riding from this place to that,

Carried by each other.

Our bodies and theirs.

The body of Christ, the Buddha, the hero of a thousand faces,

All of us together, the colossus.

Repair the damage done, says Micah.

See through our differences.

Dance each other  home through the darkness.

The good  news is now.

Everyone is welcome here.