“I had a dream,”
would have been a topical way to start this
if I wasn’t already late.
I won’t joke that I was running on CPT;
I know that stands for “jokes that white people should not make.”
And I didn’t want to appropriate MLK anyway.
How could I ever live up?!
But I did have a dream,
at dawn the other day.
Which is to say
I remember it.
A dawn-dream is the closest you’ll come
to living out your dreams.
When I found myself at the White House
I wasn’t surprised.
It was where I was supposed to be
there in my dawn-dream.
I didn’t deserve to be there.
Did any of us?
Does anyone deserve to be in your company?
I mean, I’d never be so foolish as to wear flip-flops to meet you.
But at church in the presence of Jesus, aren’t we all this boy?
Is the compound word
that most closely expresses
the 😱verwhelming emotion
when you entered the room.
I waited my turn.
To make eye contact.
To speak to you.
…All I wanted was for you to know
that I wrote this about you.