A Poem for Election Night

Maybe I'm a masochist. I'm sitting here watching the midterm election returns and it's hurting me pretty badly. I try not to blog too much about my political leanings, but it's been a painful night for me. I can't act like I didn't see this coming; no one can. But it still rankles me. And I continue to watch for some reason. Maybe I want to watch Eric Cantor and Michelle Bachman make fools of themselves by refusing to answer questions. Maybe I'm holding out hope that one of my favorite senators, Wisconsin's Russ Feingold, will pull out a come-from-behind victory. Or maybe I'm a masochist.

Anyway, I found a good poem today thanks to the Writer's Almanac. It's called "To Be a Danger" and it's by C.G. Hanzlicek:

Just once I'd like to be a danger
To something in this world,
Be hunted by cops
And forced into hiding in the mountains,
Since if they left me on the streets
I'd turn the country around,
Changing everyone's mind with a word.

Please read the rest here. And if you're staying up late with me, waiting for the Alaska Senate returns to come in, let me know!