Would she in truth a place herein find
fitting feelingly among these loving souls,
distant daring she and this playful we who
in finest sincerity would her wholly embrace,
for hers is a heart that more than seeing feels,
peeling back the layers of once brittle being
quite sagaciously sensate to the setting sun
and the moon and the stars in their courses,
and hers is a mind open, wisely indefinable,
never dallying here and there as is the wont
of many, but delving deeply, discovering
even that which remains most indiscernible.
Were I to wander beyond the wavering light
of lingering years and incessant mortal fears,
I would spy her there, her skin bared to the sun
as grinning she the seething waves explores,
and along these shores sheltered by Pacific climes
and crowned by the tallest redwood trees,
I believe that she in time will willing find
a welcoming hearth and home to call her own.
Salt Lake City 19 February 2022
