SUMMITThis isn't the light we wanted, the weatherwe're supposed to be having. But it's stillsometimes all we have to talk about. Weput all our little fingertips in the skyand changed the climate—those are yourfingerprints on the moon, and mine. Nowwe've made room for these leaders,appointments moving like flocks of birdsdown the calendar. The police get sweepingnew powers to sweep us away, and we hopethis particular patchwork of leaders will givea little thought to the little people, someblank-eyed woman behind a window holdinga sandwich to her face like gauze to a wound.Not to worry, there are key initiatives,discussions. I know change, it's like a coinwe take out and toss again and again. Allwe're doing is hanging like a water droplet.
From The Least Important Man (Biblioasis, 2012) by Alex Boyd.