that the cost
of our endurance
is our nimbleness
and vigor—
and the price
of eternal
vigilance is
faintness
and fatigue.
When we "dare
to dream big,"
it's a long walk
from end to end,
so heaven forgive us
if we deign to sit
and rest a minute
and watch
(a little jealous)
the way rain puddles
in light wind
tend to shiver
off their edges
bit by bit,
til they cease
to exist.
