my betters stand century, regarding every inch of me below them and i sigh…
the relief of their preeminence, their everything better than me,
always being faithful, seeing without accusation, knowing without words,
rendering without movement except for the sway sighs occasional,
a hymn of ages linking cords of light and dirt,
the above and below granting us all the grace to keep going…
i stand in awe of such company, and the sweetest one, boldly human,
lingering long enough to look up, partake and share.












