Now that we have reached Critical Mass,
Ayman al-Zawahiri calls our new president
a house negro, and we aren’t mad, we
just smile because it sounds so silly.

And when Rush Limbaugh sputters
that the majority of Americans
didn’t actually elect this president,
they just stayed home on Election Day,
it makes us want to hug and soothe his Inner Child.
“Poor Rush, it will be okay.”

And now that we have reached Critical Mass,
the media are nursing
Sarah Palin’s wounds.

Now that we have reached Critical Mass,
the leftover hot dogs from
the UW men’s basketball games
are no longer being thrown away
but are lovingly wrapped and given
to a food pantry.

Now that we have reached Critical Mass,
when Flight 1549 has to land
in the Hudson River,
ferry boats are there in thirty seconds
to save everyone on board.

The doctrine of Critical Mass teaches
that when the right amount of minds rise up,
the rest of us feel lighter, too.

But what about old energies?
They’re slowly, surely, drying up,
receding into shallow, stinky pools.
Their poison seems more potent
and more threatening,
but, really, it is drying up.

Every day now is a Crisis,
in the good sense of the word.


Shortly after 2 a.m. on November 9, 2016,
Hurricane Donald made landfall
in the states of Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania.
The storm surge covered
an entire country.

What do you do in a hurricane?
If you have not evacuated,
you hunker down.
You reassure the children.
The next day you check on all your neighbors.

You assess the damage and pick up the pieces.
When the power outages are corrected and the lights come back on,
you resolve to rebuild,
no matter how long it takes.





That’s how many votes we found.
That’s like finding Menominee County.

Absentee ballots still in envelopes,
ballots marked too lightly
for the scanners to pick up.
It’s good to know.

1557, or more.
844 for Trump,
712 for Hillary.
We didn’t bother to report on Jill and all the rest.




Make America small again,
the size we really are
on an honest global map.
Third of all countries in land mass,
third in population.
Match our power to our size.

Take away the burden of being great,
having to always be
the unblemished face of democracy.

Many people in this world
don’t like their kings.
Make us like them.

Many people in this world
daily live to feed
and protect their children.
And reach out to neighbors.
Make us like them.

Make America cherish being small,
small as honeybees,
family farms,
sparkling streams on Native lands,
unborn babies,
small as buying local.

Small is big enough.