October, 1971

I miss you Sarah
and I think of you
with longing
as the bus takes me
further away
from Harrisburg,
as I move towards Baltimore
and on to DC.

Seats to the front
and a baby cries.
Young life, young one,
what will this world be
when you are older,
a decade from now
at the age of ten?

Will the amount of love
in this country
be increased
and reflected in lives,
institutions, policies?

Will I be giving
my love and my life
to you, dear one,
will we have established
by then
a relationship of
love
and trust?

I miss you.
I miss you
(the work must go on).
I miss you.