Recently, it seems like familiar fault lines are reappearing in American society:
Divisions involving race.
Violence involving police and their local communities.
Concerns about immigration.
Questions about where each of us stands in relation to our neighbor.
Poet Susan Azar Porterfield also has been thinking of this and recorded two poems for WNIJ which speak to this moment.
In the audio link above, Porterfield reads "Higgs Boson Poem" from her forthcoming book Dirt, Root, Silk published by Cider Press Review.
Porterfield also wrote a poem for WNIJ called "When People Tell Me" which we include below:
When People Tell Me
the world is spinning out of control,
I wonder which world? Whose control?
When they say we’re divided,
I listen for the message behind their words.
Ask Caesar, he played the old game—
those people aren’t your friend, I am
Ask any middle-school girl—
that loser’s not like us
What moves my hand, moves yours.
We rise and sleep, die and are born.
My hand, split in two, is still my hand
and would look like yours.
We are particles of energy, the same.
My hand will decay like yours
and like yours circle back into earth.
Meanwhile, the sun will go down
and climb, everything will continue
to be made up of everything else,
neutrinos, electrons, quarks,
which means we can’t be strangers
at core. The world will go on spinning
but not any faster than usual
and not out of control.