Seeing Vs. Remembering

I know I saw the Christian protestors at the Pride Parade today. I know I heard them preaching about sin and repentance and about how God loves you (as long as you’re straight). I saw the sign that said that homosexuality is a sin.

But just because I saw them, doesn’t mean I’ll remember them.

What I’ll remember are the anti anti-gay protestors who had signs that read “God Hates Broccoli”, “Broccoli is destroying the moral fabric of society”, and “1 Broccoli + 1 Broccoli = Sinful Salad” (my personal favourite).

And I’ll remember the brave men and women in uniform who walked hand in hand with their partners down the middle of the street, and the cop who almost fell over she was laughing so hard at the broccoli signs. And the little girl selling rainbow bracelets, who had a shirt that said “If Mom says no, I’ll just ask Cool Mom.” And the two women on a church float in their ivory gowns holding up a “Just Married” sign. The hugs, smiles, kind words of welcome and support as I talked with strangers in the park: these I’ll remember.

In short, what I’ll remember from today are all the little moments when community and love triumphed over bigotry and hate.


Still Motion

light travels faster than sound,

so I see flashes

reflected on dry pavement

fast food restaurant windows

and gas station pillars

before the siren splits

rush hour in half.

the sound stings.

ambient traffic

reluctantly pauses.

I am a silhouette against its still motion.

the blurred jumpsuit behind the wheel leans,

checking for oblivious left-turners

and ear-budded pedestrians,

but I am alone on this cornersquare

of sidewalk.

does it see me,

the world in that burst of speed

through the intersection?

I tell myself it is the cool wind

that has started the burn

in my eyes’ corners

as I lift weighted feet

to carry on.