Admiration

We search life, heavily curious, and tiptoeing coals of ice.

But some are equipped, storming into summer, expressing

both weal and woe. I envy such giants: able to love and

die with ease. They glow in spring, and bundle through

winter—a living philosophy. And so many series, flushed

with style, a brainstorm of dispositions. Where to hold

life, earth to palm, a mind of constellations. I ponder such

pain and courage and mimic in passing such ability.

Indeed, clumps of grass and beavers flood a garden, and

such stars reseal the damage, and live again but a moment.

Teach me such talent: years of cultivation, and seasons of

academia; that I may float and fly and flee a fear, where

readily understood is vice and veil; for such art and root, a

fusion of love; that soul and vox may soar and venture.