Ego Tripping

On the way back home after a very tiring Monday at work, I caught the tail end of an interview with poet Nikki Giovanni on NPR. She had just been asked to name her favorite poem and when she replied Ego Tripping, the interviewer requested her to read it. It was an exhilarating experience listening to her say :

I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I mean...I...can fly
like a bird in the sky...

What a perfect end to a day when my last hour long meeting of the day had been about two alpha males trying to one up each other even as they took turns being condescending towards me. While I did hold my ground to the bitter end and they did back off, the whole process took a lot out of me. Until a few minutes before Giovanni came on air with

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

I was feeling anything but divine, ethereal or surreal. The spunk and pizazz of her lines gave me the much needed boost of energy to end my day on a high note.