How rare it is that any collection of people
In any numbers
Should breathe as one
Perhaps a mother as she births
Her first
Or last born
Maybe when one saves a brother
As they fight back
To back in war
Sometimes, when man and woman
Make love for the first or last
Or 44th time
But these events and moments
Are rare unto themselves, not
Synonymous with a unified breath
But on this day, I saw
Two million people and then some
Breath in and out,
The sweet air of hope
In a cry of “YES”
An exclamation “ WE”
And in complete unity,
Harmony, and accord
They said “CAN”
And those in the dark
Who think they can not
We will band together
As a living memory
To the era of reconstruction,
To the new deal
For though we are the weak
The tired
And the meager
We have always welcomed those
And we will
Inherit the earth
We will go
From ashes,
To monuments