The room was once again warm and stuffy. Poets were reading to the theme of food. Joan Gelfand, poet and activist, brought in a large mailing envelope to collect money for the San Francisco Food Bank. Some of us brought packaged food. People kept coming in to listen. Dan Brady, our hosts, counted over seventy people in the cafe at one point.
How much was Joan able to collect? Was it a successful evening? In the bigger picture it is never enough. Corporations have been cutting back with their contributions and I think San Francisco is just shy of being qualified for federal funding. But in a small way we have actively participated in raising the consciousness of helping the needy, put some money down, give some food away. Miracles happen when we stir the cosmic soup and we walk away knowing that some way some how things will change for the better.
