I went to bed thinking marriage equality would win. Now I'm trying to find a place to put this loss. We could have been on the leading side of history; now we will be caught from behind by history. It is a bitter moment.
Already I am hiding away from this hurt, looking to be saved by music. Caroline Herring's new CD is finally out with that great song about Walter Anderson (Mississippi artist who used to run away to Horn Island), and a song made from a Yeats poem. And maybe I'll hide away on a trail with my camera, looking at beautiful odd things like milkweed and birch bark.
At this stage milkweed is like great gospel music. It's just this side of hysteria, just before the eyes roll back in the head. It's the wild flinging of that which was so precisely folded. Its cotton candy melodrama has the late October stage all to itself.
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