I’ll be your show host who always takes a stand—who is a challenger for words and who is taller than any man. When I write my words, my poems alone will stand. Can I be your poet? Will you be my fan? As soon as I blow up I will have an audience larger than a band. When you listen to the feelings flow will you clap you hands? Spiritual rhythm spills slowly form my lips, like feet that march around in icy snow. I take a trip around the world watching children joining hands as I go.