Watching Sen. Obama walk the high wire

If is not a good feeling watching the Democratic Congress below looking up watching Sen. Obama walking the high wire. The audience "clap" and “Ahh” with each foot he places in front of the other. They gasp when he sways too much either to the left or the right. His heavy balancing bar firmly in hand. Wiping their brows when he regains balance. They pause with each gentle breeze. Baited breathes. Nerves of steel. Indiscriminately intertwining. Capricious airborne disturbances.

The Democratic Congress momentarily take their eyes off Sen. Obama while reaching into purses and pockets paying meandering food vendors for “must have” then it’s back to looking upwards, “ooo-ing and ahh-ing” at Sen. Obama slowly moving towards the end of his walk. Heavy balancing bar. There are whispers in the crowd below. Whispers Sen. Obama can not hear. Encouraging chants not heard from his altitude. He feels their presence but can not let his thoughts wander.

Are they Telecom lobbyists? Moving within the audience? Slipping money into pockets and purses? "Money for your campaigns," the lobbyists nod. Looking skyward one last time. "Ooo-ing, ahh-ing, clapping" they continue. Sen. Obama has completed his walk. He descends. Places his heavy balancing bar aside. “Tomorrow, the FISA vote,” he muses.

-Girl, did you see that?
-Sure nuff! What we gon' do with that boy?
-I know what I'm gon' do with him, what'a 'bout Congress? Why, I've gotta good mind tuh..
-Fix yo dress, Sadie, Pa’s commin.
-(Together) Mornin’ Pa.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-Span and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB