I heard nothing.
I saw lips move along the words of an oath
oft-spoken by men we are told are
far greater than ourselves,
and I saw crowds. There were crowds onstage
with those lips, leaning forward to whisper
“congratulations.” And there were crowds
under the stage, lined back away from
the stage, of men and women who had
gathered to salute those lips and
the flag those lips lay in front of,
to chant praise for this day and the years
to come that this day makes way for.
Meanwhile, I sat at home and did nothing.
I did hear a garbage truck pass, a fire truck,
one minivan and then another.