Everyone’s afraid to touch
the microphone, everyone
except you.
You, reflected in the bottom of
a water glass, sun in every window,
bouncing off buildings,
and turning your outline
into art.
You, with shoulders relaxed,
chest rising easily with each
soft laugh. Sweet, and genuine,
and self-assured,
a real natural.
Deliberate and calm,
handing that assurance
to each open palm in the room.