As you struggle, I see you.
When you wonder if it’s safe, I stand with you.
As you seek allies, I join you.
Much is made of otherness
as a hindrance to support
and I, top of the pile,
am guilty of failing
to cross the barrier gracefully
every time (or at any time)
but we fail and try, fail, and try,
and you there at the intersection
with the sign in your hand, with the tears
of thousands before you soaking
your clothes, I see you. I stand with you.