ponders? ok. so, let's go to this superhero right here, harriet tubman. you know ecologist, spy, ward nurse, soldier, freedom fighter, ship commander, john brown's general tubman, let's talk about that. and people are silly enough to believe she couldn't read. [laughter] figure that, right? all right harriet is holey. so this poem is written in a peculiar way because we know that craft and content go together. so this poem can be read in any direction and hopefully it will make sense. and i did that purposely because you weren't going to find harriet tubman in one spot. you can never locate her, and so i felt like a poem that would honor her would also have the same continuity. so i'm going to read it twice in two different ways. hold it to the wind, what is it about water, women, take me ms. tubman in toe, her instructions make my mark x. a river be as faithful as the daughter of eve, the mother of cane, her face a rainbow wonder, her smile a collection of stars and springs between water, between women, be no mysteries. i know of no man that stands waist deep in these crossings. this woman needs. like braille. bold in her feet, this woman needs these sweet wa