This I feel

This I feel too, the

Wild one staring at the

Hot sun, wondering how to

Get some in this

Maddened life.

In this twisting, bucking

TImes of strife and ease

Hard described I

Wander, wonder, breathe

And make do.

From dawn to dusk we

Spiral high and spot

The glimpse of surreal to

Tumble, again, for

Another round.

Yet this is glory, this

Glimpse and full, this

Scant gasp and awe at

Incandescent love and

Light and truth.

For if we can hold these

Flecks to our chest, these

Beck and calls and responds

If we hold close to us,

We just might be reborn.