Bolide

Brighter than the Moon
Sharp November night noon
The skies roll and rumble
Like Mjölnir thrown in full tumble
As the Goddess chariot descend
To bless a woman ready to ascend
Prepare her for all she’ll trandencend
Color, sex, gender
Weather a woman can
Command, govern and defend
Armour her to break the glass ceiling
Love so she remembers she’s a person with real feelings
Accompany her in this new world story
Be a fast friend in this uncharted territory
Follow the light of the rising star
Guided by science not the conspiratorial bizarre
Flash of insight
Soul-searing bright
Real change comes with grassroot might
As evolution and backward-looking Luddites collide
Future illuminated by the light of a Bolide
©REDCAT

This poem was inspired by the apparent Bolide over Sweden yesterday evening, and by everything I felt and thought as I, with tears streaming down my face, saw Kamala Harris’ speech.