I dreamed I was in the U.S. Senate chambers, where a politician was spewing the hate of the moment as faithfully as a geyser, when a feeling started moving through my body. It began in my gut and had me on my feet before it reached my brain. I didn’t even know what I was going to say, but it ended up being this:

What’s the point of poetry?

Why does it matter when it can lead you down some unknown path, and you don’t even know how it will end?

When it gets you so lost you feel like you’ll never be found?

When everything ahead of you is a blank page, and there’s nobody there to help you fill it?

What’s the point of starting out on that journey all alone, maybe never to finish, never to come back the way so many who wander lose in the end to their wandering, boots into snow, knees into dirt, head into clouds?

The point is to go forth anyway.

To try.

To make that creative journey, which is an existential journey, because it can bring us back to ourselves and each other in the end rather than relegating us to seats where hate lives and breathes, where the air is sucked out of the room every time we open our mouths, because poetry is an act of living and an act of love, and politicians, hell all of us, need to lean into love.

Leaning the other way, into darkness, is not an option because it’s an extinguishing.

The human spirit will not be extinguished.

Living beings will not be extinguished.

The Earth will not be extinguished.

We’re here.

Poems are here to remind us why.

The whole thing was somehow caught on a live camera and played to a gaggle of teens who were visiting the capital. As I left the chambers, they all threw their arms up the way I’d thrown mine up as I spoke. In unison, they yelled “POETRY!” Poetry gave them hope that day, as it gives me hope every day.

I’ve written before about how dreams may be more our reality than waking states. I hope that’s the case and that dream logic seeps into all our waking states today, tomorrow, and as long as we’re all sharing space here in time. Happy fall equinox.