Jan 27, 2010

Throughout his address the mic picked out
the drum-beat rhythm of his hands, returning,
to the podium, to a clasp — then thump —
to reason, to his personal politics of hope,
I suppose, to his naivete.... to himself.

1 comment:

Anjuli said...

When I was 20 years old- I wanted to be President one day...and then I discovered I could not be because I was born in Singapore. Now that I'm older, I realize the office of President is not an easy office to hold and I take my hat off to anyone who aspires to it.

Moses had his Korahs, Miriams, and more...each leader has their share of the same.