by Ernie McCray
It wasn’t much more
than a week ago
when a presidential race
was burdening me with woe,
but ever since Biden,
who goes by Joe,
let Kamala Harris
step into the spotlight’s
bright glow,
I’ve gone loco
with giddiness,
giggling with laughter
and dancing around the house
with glee,
singing and scatting
and tapping and patting
on table tops and my thighs
like I’m Mongo Santa Maria and Poncho Sanchez
in disguise
with enough merriment in my eyes
to light up a midnight sky,
smiling and grinning like a cheshire cat
all the while
like the world’s happiest child,
just bathing in the joy
that seems to fill the air
these days.
Oh, has it ever been a gas,
a blast,
as it seems signs of hope
for our country
are here at last.
And we’ve got to make it last.
Ernie McCray is an activist for love and peace who acts and sings and writes both poetry and prose, a man who rises each day to do whatever he can, no matter how small or grand, to make the world better in some way.
Unapologetically.