I am working on a speech for Wednesday, and I've chosen a tough subject. I need to use "visual aids" and I've chosen to speak about Sensory Awareness, something that is difficult to speak about, and yet here is the support.
The person who will evaluate me checks in on Sunday.
He says there are only three things I need to remember: to love myself, to love the audience, and to love what I'm speaking about. Check, Check, Check. I'm cleared.
Then, the Toastmaster for the evening checks in with me to see if I need anything. Today, I will meet with my mentor to give and go over my speech. These are all volunteers who love giving back, who love "sharing the excellence", "expanding the excellence".
As I've been working on my speech today, I am again invited into this poem I love. It seems to say it all for me. I offer it again for you to receive.
BY CHARLES SIMIC
Go inside a stone
That would be my way.
Let somebody else become a dove
Or gnash with a tiger's tooth.
I am happy to be a stone.
From the outside the stone is a riddle:
No one knows how to answer it.
Yet within, it must be cool and quiet
Even though a cow steps on it full weight,
Even though a child throws it in a river;
The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
I have seen sparks fly out
When two stones are rubbed,
So perhaps it is not dark inside after all;
Perhaps there is a moon shining
From somewhere, as though behind a hill—
Just enough light to make out
The strange writings, the star-charts
On the inner walls.
Charles Simic, "Stone" from What the Grass Says.