Lessons from the People’s House

Biden met with Trump today at the White House

At my kitchen table, steam rising
from a cup of morning resolve,
I spread today's worries like a deck of cards,
each one demanding to be the trump.

But somewhere in Washington,
a man with winter-white hair
walks corridors heavy with history,
preparing to open those grand doors
to welcome back the very storm
he spent four years cleaning up after—
a moment that would break lesser souls,
yet he walks straight-backed toward it.

Joe Biden, who knows the weight
of each handshake, each forced smile,
teaches us the geometry of grace—
how to bend but never break,
how to stand in the face of thunder
and still remember your own name.

And beside him, Kamala Harris,
her laugh a reminder that joy
can live alongside duty, shows us
how to dance with history's heavy steps,
even when the music sounds
like yesterday's arguments.

They count the hours like breaths,
each one a small victory,
each one a chance to mend
what yesterday left broken.
Even this hour—perhaps the hardest—
becomes another bead on democracy's chain.

So perhaps we can learn
to parse our troubles into portions,
sixty minutes at a time,
like bread broken at a common table.
If they can face their Goliath
with dignity intact, surely we can face our day.

Let us gather our courage
in teaspoon measures,
knowing that even mountains
are climbed in single steps,
and some steps require more courage
than entire marathons.

This is how we survive—
not by years or months,
but by the steady heartbeat
of hours, passing like prayer beads
through patient fingers.

The coffee grows cold,
but hope stays warm,
as we learn to live
like those who lead us:
one brave hour at a time,
even when that hour asks
more than we thought we had to give.

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