Like a great standing stone
Is the wise man
Is the great man
Within me

Like the timbers
Of a ship’s hull
He braves seas
He braves storms

Yet so like the wind
Is that wise man
Is that great man
Within me

Who is ever-present
Yet ungraspable
One moment there
Then gone

I am too little certain
For a man of principle
Too little learned
For a man of letters
Too little wise
For a man who listens
Too little
For many things

Still
Time remains

In the deepness
Of a moment
I find multitudes
Of stars:

Knowledge
Wonder
Fury
Calm
Wisdom
Innocence

Dullest grey and brilliant light
Pervade my senses
Each not without the other
And I with both

Gleaming dewdrops
Frozen by December’s chill
Sparkling under the sunrise
In the briefest moment
Before they return
To the earth

Let us go
Into the forest
And look not at the trail
But follow the branches
And the leaves
And the speckled sunlight
That peeks through the canopy

Let us go
Out to sea
And look not to the shoreline
But follow the gulls
And the waves
And the sparkling stars
As they break the night’s veil

Let us go
Along a road
Unknown
Only for that we have not yet tread upon it

A fire am I
Not still
Not cool
Not waiting

But fluid
Full of heat
Destroying and creating
From the dead of the world
I make what has not been seen before
And in the briefest moment
After too many breaths
It disappears

But I remain
Fire