To negotiate dialogue about race better
means finding and addressing my own triggers.
Again—nothing is as easy as I could wish—
no outward change without inward learning.
Sigh. What patience we need to take ourselves
by the hand when we want to fix others.
There are no short cuts to the promised land.
And this does not pretend to be a poem.
For day 14 of National Poetry Month.
I am a day behind as I am attending this conference, linked above.
*Note: All April poem-a-day poems are rough drafts awaiting revision.
Copyright © 2016 Susan L. Chast