“This year at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets “Read-In for Peace” event I read the poem pasted below. It stems from a moment in a day when, perhaps, you realize the day will continue whether or not you join it; the clock does not stop, and time marches on. A simple fact of our universe is that the planets will always spin. There is more to say, but maybe the poem will tell you how I found a moment of peace.” ~SPL
Feminist Sunrise
It was a feminist morning
The sun came up because it wanted to.
—it really did.
and it demanded that I respect it’s decision.
and I did—I really did.
I was thankful that the sun always rose
Even those days I couldn’t see it
even the days in deep winter when I
questioned it’s existence
—it is there.
A bookmark in the sky.
Reliable as clockwork.
A thing of legends.
A monument to time itself,
whether I saw it,
whether I believed.
Because some things are true,
whether you believe in them
—or not.
shannon p. laws 