• Pandemic ‘22

    Hurting

    Everything hurts,Our hearts shadowed and strange,Minds made muddied and mute.We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.And yet none of it is new;We knew it as home,As horror,As heritage.Even our childrenCannot be children,Cannot be. ~ Excerpt from “Hymn for the Hurting,” by American poet and activist Amanda Gorman. The youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history, Gorman is author of “The Hill We Climb,” “Call Us What We Carry” and “Change Sings.” The rest of her poem’s verses are within this post below. Sunday was my first car show of the season, the Heritage Days Festival of Cars at Rochester Municipal Park. I’d forgotten about it until that morning and decided to take Mustang Sal for a…