The story of Dejah & Summer in The Time of Magic resumes Saturday. Please accept this poem while you wait with bated breath for Chapter 21.
I hid my light
under a bushel
and waited for someone
to peer under the basket
and cry, “Oh, look! A light!”
but no one came
and no one cried
and I went along
in my not-so-merry way
until the day
that I put away my childish bushel
and stood up on the feet that God gave me
and said, “Looky here, world!
I am not a number, I am a free man!”
and precious few spotted the reference,
but for once I
didn’t quit after
one meager effort
and I resolved
to keep shouting.
