The Day After The Disaster of Last Night’s Elections, or Hope

We watched
knowing what we watched
worse than unbearable
funny there’s always an And Yet
maybe now
maybe soon
there will be a better way
for us all
if we don’t stop fighting
if we don’t stop looking
if we don’t stop

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

9 Comments

  1. Esther, I’ll never forget riding with you on the train from Grand Central Station to Manhattanville close to if not on election day for Obama’s first bid for the presidency. You were convinced he would win. I found that confidence empowering because deep inside me, I felt the knot of failure growing. Every fight takes so much time and so much energy but it is worse if we stop. Thanks for the poem, the sentiment, the encouragement, the reminder.

  2. No, we can’t give up. I have to speak about the midterm elections at an all-day conference organized by the Hadassah College in Jerusalem in two weeks, and at least I can point to the J-Street poll which says that “American Jews voted for Democrats by whopping 69%-28% margin.”

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