When I Vote this Time

When I Vote this Time
within this booth I am again John Wilkes
undoing what I have done
slow motion into might have been
this point of meeting
so long sought

a journey of long shadows coming into light
faces see for those before
hands reach to draw a stich
over chasms

to take imperfection
and make something
perfect
within this curtain

alone
encircled where all can see
who went in and who came out
they will hear the renting

low sounds mingled into moan
pounding as feet upon the ground
a cappella hallelujahs
joining as a chorus of ghosts
rushing into day

a wound washed
by easy tears
a trembling restoration