The First Words

Something about this street, this Moon, this night in June, this Gathering of friends makes me

Recall the first time I stood and Read my own words to a roomful of Peers — it was a rainy afternoon in

September and I had so much to Learn about listening, about Waiting, about knowing — and

Somewhere between then and now I’ve figured out a little more about How to find meaning in the tiniest

Of things, how to practice gratitude For real, how to say how I really feel