Blurring lines

Verbal valet gives direction
movement of hands beckoning to here
or there not in between,
red, white and blue banners
flap like flags below small white tents
and smiling faces thrust
paper fodder to your hand
and I smile and nod a simple no
for I know
as I walk that long road
and whisk myself into the formidable doors,
the decision made
blue dots highlighted on pretend balot
and the sweet elderly lady
handing out candy
as if it’s Halloween
and not the important event,
but a party for those who dare enter.
Cool corridors wind
and long lines flow as I walk the brick mile,
twenty from here
ten from there
and I stand and gaze at the faces surrounding me,
congenial chatting amongst strangers
and no one knows what choices will be made,
just a knowing that change is good
and I wonder what would they say
if everyone wore labels
I stand for this
or I stand for that,
would they be smiling still?
I wait my turn
filling in ovals,
brightest blue tictacs marked on a front back sheet
decorated with choices,
and the men and women around me
carry on in silence then,
their duty met as they walk to the machine,
feeding the beast with their hopes and dreams
and I add my piece to the mass
not knowing if it really matters or not,
but the fact that I am able
makes me feel good.

Participated in early voting today. Long lines of elderly men and women, I was the youngest person there at 51. It is Florida after all. Duty done and time for some relaxing me thinks. Peace, blessings and rock that vote folks!