touchedI have been reflecting a bit today on yesterday's inauguration, and I find myself surprisingly moved by Elizabeth Alexander's poem, Praise Song for the Day. This part touched me especially:
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables
It seems to me that the greatest movements in our history are often born in the most mundane of places...a small group of people gathered in someone's living room, or in a church basement, or in the back booth of a diner. Figuring it out at kitchen tables...making plans to have their voices heard.
If you want to learn more about Elizabeth Alexander, go here. She is a professor at Yale University and is only the fourth person ever to read a poem at a Presidential inauguration. Her volume of poetry, "American Sublime" was a finalist for the 2005 Pulitzer Prize.
