hold on
Today’s piece is a poem by Ilana Drake, an undergraduate at Vanderbilt University who enjoys creative writing. Ilana's words have been in Ms. Magazine, PBS NewsHour, and The Tennessean. When Ilana is not writing, she can be found exploring used book shops in Nashville, trying to find the best cold brew coffee with her friends, and listening to songs from the 1990s.
when she trembles because
she does not want the
crowd to see her hand,
the question comes onto
the page in cursive
she wishes she could
ask about the stars,
the moon, & the comets
& she wants to understand
the ways in which the
night stays alive
after she closes her eyes
he tucks his hopes
underneath his pillow,
dreaming of the ways in
which life will change &
earth will move
he thinks of the protests,
the marches for hope,
for strength & support,
& he wonders why
his questions have long
been ignored
& he and she meet
when the sun has allowed
the moon to enter, &
here they speak softly
of the places they will go.
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