Stay with Me

At a point, as we were just standing there, “something” else began. We were on the streets. Side by side. We didn’t even know each other, but we were side by side. We were there. We had learned to keep our doors open and in case of arrest, to post a document showing our rights on the door of the apartment, and to note the situation on every street we passed, and tweet it to one another.
This was hope itself. The spirit of solidarity, the challenge, standing side by side.
Is it possible to remember this hope?
We have to start somewhere…