times when i
                can’t believe
                grasp
the immensity of the power we each hold in our hands.

if power is measured by the flicker on the TV screen – but i know that person and he was a kid like me – like me – and i used to make fun of him and he used to share his lunch with me.

but – i don’t
        explain this to me.
how are we born? with the stamp of greatness on the backs of knees. with a nation’s love shining from the palms of our hands.
who
                who are these people?
their familiarity is unnerving.