After an afternoon of art and poetry, I stepped out of the SF MOMA to encounter a performance art piece in protest of a social justice issue: the unexplained and unresolved disappearance of so many women of the indigenous peoples of North America over the last year.
I took some photographs, spoke with the organizer, and wrote a poem about what they are trying to communicate:
United they hold the line
Unified in message
(Which looks more hopefully on the past than I do)
They call out to us
To set hope
For the future
Find the missing women
Of the indigenous peoples
I wish them well.
I dearly hope that their art, and my poem in reflection on their art, helps bring attention to the problem, and some sort of hopeful resolution.