I will admit—I do not watch football. I tend to be more interested in spending a free Sunday afternoon creating art and crafting worlds than cheering on my city’s team. As much as I feel like a traitor at times, I do see what these victories are doing to my city, and there’s this hope in me that maybe this extends beyond just football. That there is something deeper taking place. So as a poet, this is my exploration of what my city is experiencing. Humor me, if you will.
My city is ecstatic
I’m proud to be here, proud to be a part
And yet I sit here in the quiet trying to create great art
The happiness is tangible when I go outside
People smile who used to pass me by
And I’m glad
Maybe they’ll open up, I think
Maybe God’s love can get through because this isn’t something we’re used to
Maybe temporary celebration will turn into permanent joy
And this unity we feel will last
What does it take to cultivate hearts that intertwine?
Will reaching out a hand to a brother I don’t understand
Breach the divide?
Seattle is often painted with blank faces
Avoiding eyes that seek to notice
But when a common joy breaks through the invisible lines
We look and see that who we thought we were is not really our identification
But who we travel the road with is what brings us into maturation
We are not alone
I hope every soul in this city can feel this bridge
It goes deeper than a game won or one life lived and extends into the desires
Found in our souls
So may grace find its way into a city reignited with hope