My smallness meets me nose to nose today and I discover, perhaps, just one of the reasons I hear him here.
I bring nothing to this table.
In this place, I show up. That’s all I have. I follow, and clumsily at that. I do not lead.
I bring nothing. I offer nothing. The morning goes on like it always does whether I make an appearance or not. No one looks to me.
It is — if perhaps I can say this way– it is the place where I come with empty hands.