the following is a poem hurled my way by ginny. she doesn't know the title but took it upon herself to baptize it as "strength in numbers." enjoy, laugh and be filled.

From The Moon Is Always Female, by Marge Piercy

What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
They can set you up, they can
bust you, they can break
your fingers, they can
burn your brain with electricity,
blur you with drugs till you
can't walk, can't remember, they can
take your child, wall up
your lover. They can do anything
you can't stop them
from doing. How can you stop
them? Alone, you can fight,
you can refuse, you can
take what revenge you can
but they roll over you.

But two people fighting
back to back can cut through
a mob, a snake-dancing file
can break a cordon, an army
can meet an army.

Two people can keep each other
sane, can give support, conviction,
love, massage, hope, sex.
Three people are a delegation,
a committee, a wedge. With four
you can play bridge and start
an organization. With six
you can rent a whole house,
eat pie for dinner with no
seconds, and hold a fund raising party.
A dozen make a demonstration.
A hundred fill a hall.
A thousand have solidarity and your own newsletter;
ten thousand, power and your own paper;
a hundred thousand, your own media;
ten million, your own country.

It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care
to act, it starts when you do
it again after they said no,
it starts when you say We
and know who you mean, and each
day you mean one more.

Copyright 1980 by Marge Piercy

p.s. i sat through a wonderful lecture by rajeev patke. he is like a chef who prepares a simple dish but once the diner takes a bite, strange and unexpected sensations ensue, leaving many questions unanswered, and all the better since questions are always the pathways to more wonderful things. of the many things he said, i remember one - poetry is about trying to solve a problem and the act of writing a poem is an attempt to find the solution.