|Christy's in Stonewall|
He stands in the far right corner of the room.
Behind a guitar
which is behind a microphone which is
behind a speaker which is in
front of a crowd.
He is standing there and talking to the people and singing songs he wrote to the people
and he's not crumbling into tiny pieces of dust.
Eyes are on him but red lasers are not coming at him and he's not going to spontaneously combust.
A light shines
he absorbs it
and beams it
and I don't know how he does what he does but he does.
Today I am grateful to watch and listen as people teach me through what is their work, their gift, their talent, their couldn't help it if they wanted to, their courage.