On the Eve of inauguration celebratory poetry reading
hosted by childhood idol and present poet laureate
of the town I hope to move to,
I can�t help but picture myself
shaky, impediment based voice made worse
at idea of reading in front of so many strangers.

But then I remember our new President�s words;
�I didn�t get here by myself.�

He met the Oval Office;
I mean this stage,

But one is no less true
than the other.

Each of us relies on the spirits of ancestors;
related, unrelated, some we�ve never even
encountered in body
to be (and become) our best selves.

Categories: nauguration [t], poetry [t]

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