If you see him popping wheelies
in his mother's chair, you get right away
here is a man to be reckoned with.
His hands convey skill and strength
yet with finesse, or shall I say, with kindliness.
I've watched his eyes
sweep across all manner of confusion
and light upon that one detail
that will provide everyone present
with some portion of orderliness
obtained with a good dollop of -- honor.
It's a thing to be known for, to have
leadership and class without barriers,
that elusive thing the politicians
stretch for and miss, again and again;
you could call it democracy, but couldn't
if no one present had such vision.
Here among the winter-green things
when you stand with him, listening to them grow,
exactly where you are in place, in time:
it is his heart, his heart, his heart.