The moment I uttered these words to my husband as we sat watching the grand finale on inauguration night, they hung in the air. I captured them in my notebook feeling they might be a seed to grow into something bigger. But, after thinking and scribbling and scribbling and thinking, I remembered that sometimes less is more. A wee bit of micropoetry inspired by a favorite moment of the week.

Many thanks to this week’s hostess, Laura Shovan, for inviting us to join her on this Poetry Friday. You can find her on her blog that today is filled with some well-deserved admiration for Amanda Gorman and her moving poem, “The Hill We Climb.” I get goosebumps just thinking about her reciting it the other day.
