This is one of my favorite poems. And that could tell you something about me. Or not.
Maybe I like donuts, theology, maple. Interracial love stories and puns.
Or maybe I just have a thing for free verse.
I remember reading this poem out loud to a group sitting in a bright sunlit room, up the road from the Mission.
Feeling confident to the core. Bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet.
Letting the rhythm and meter flow through my finger tips pointing out the
That was 10 years ago.
I still think of Job when I see the word job.
And donuts remind me of a sense of power. Even on days when my confidence wanes.
My Mission remains. I return there each year. To point out what is always there.