As Comic Con
descends upon
the city
I call home,
super heroes
will be
in line
for days
at a time
to get inside
the convention
center.
What a marvel
we get to
see
as thousands
agree
with decency
and civility
to
continue
the tradition
with whatever
addition
moves the
conversation
at the convention.
I think you get
where I’m going
here.
It’s clear
the marvel
happened
yesterday
when Biden
announced
he’s stepping
away,
so Harris
can earn
your vote.
The Marvel
Universe
is always
threatened
by destructive
forces
and ego.
But the hero
and shero
know
they must go
forward
for
more
than their
own selves.
How marvelous
for us
to witness
what fitness
really means.
The courage
and strength
and great
length
it took to be
our superhero
of democracy,
without
a stage lit
like a show,
showed
the world
our marvel.
I imagine
his grief
will not be
brief,
but his
legacy
will be
an inspiration.
I’m so grateful
for this
moment,
and moved
by a torrent
of emotion.
Excitement,
relief,
new-found
belief
that good
could
still
win
over spin,
but also
compassion
for what must
have been
excruciating
for Biden.
So now
the comical
Comic Con
that will soon
surround me,
will oddly
ground me
in knowing
that real
heros
and sheros
and so much
fantastic
is not made
of plastic
or on green
screen.
It’s democratic;
at times,
dramatic,
a universal
marvel
that is US.
