Saturday, did we walk back the Greatness?

Saturday, did we march with simple love that the nation saw from a window?

Saturday, did 50-person villages walk alongside the beautiful strangers who have been walking for months?

Saturday, did our whisper reach the stranded youth facing another false American war?

Saturday, did we walk out of the virtual into the actual, out of consumerism into our radical self?

Saturday, did honesty appear in broad daylight and walk with us across town?

Saturday, did we walk until we fell in love with breathing, singing, and believing?

Saturday, did we remember to invite the dead who walked a continent into our conscience?

Saturday, did we greet each other with gentleness and the look in the eye when the hand is warm?

And in the days after, are we keeping that compassion and rage in us, from a special Saturday in April?