Greeting God
Summer heat blistering the pavement
as I rush to start my car, turn high the a/c.
In the corner of my eye
a black man appears, gesturing enthusiastically
and pointing to my bumper.
His eyes light up as I roll down my window
and he cries, "Biden, yes! He's our man!
"We've got to work hard!"
I am honored to be included in that "we."
He and I both feel joy-his at seeing
a left-leaning woman
in a right-wing town
and mine, feeling solidarity
with him.
For a moment we feel a connection
and greet God in each other.
