This entire election has been crazy and seemingly endless, so I figured that some poetry might make it better. At least maybe an article about art instead of politics will be a nice refresher from the past year. This poem by Erin Hanson has been my favorite for a while now and reading again today, November 9, the day the 45th President of the United States was elected gave it a completely different meaning to me. When I read this before I thought of how our earth is so big and all of us are just little specks in a big sea of green and blue. In the face of this election I realize that we are all just little specks of red and blue in a big country. Your county may have voted for the president you wanted, but your state might not of. Your state might have voted for the president you wanted but the country might not have. Whether you are feeling excited or scared, please read this beautiful poem and try to think of all of the wonderful things our country has done and how far we have come. Have hope in our country and in the people who share their voice. Place your trust in yourself and stand up for what you believe in. Treat everyone with kindness, even if you believe in completely different things. We need to band together, especially after this election exposed how truly divided we are as a nation. Hopefully this poem can give you hope and make you see that all of us have a voice, but if we come together our voice is stronger than ever.

"I am sending you this postcard,

From the dark side of the moon,

So you know I got here safely,

And that I will be home soon,

For today I held our planet,

Between the fingers on my hand,

And learnt there’s more stars out here,

Than our earth has grains of sand,

So now the life I ran from,

Doesn’t seem like such a wreck,

When the town that I grew up in,

Isn’t more than just a speck,

And although my life feels tiny,

As I look back at our home,

I’ve realized we’re the only ones,

Who don’t live it alone,

That sometimes even shooting stars,

Send pieces down to earth,

When their solitary beauty,

Starts to cost more than it’s worth,

I am sending you this postcard,

From the silence of the skies,

To remind you that there’s beauty,

In our microscopic size,

So I hope next time you feel alone,

The moon shows you you’re not,

And how lucky we all are to find,

Our home on this blue dot."

- e.h.