Without gratification
What is effort
Want not what’s inside thou?
That reaches up and loves
Out from wings
Across flexed shoulders
High fleeting arches
And swooping
In graceful gestures
A ballet in space
Through my mind
About this land
Carrying delight
Future’s happy ending
And if laughter
Hits upon our open ears
Crawling out
From behind buttercups
Hiding away beyond
Sharp morning frost
We shall also reach
Extension of vertex
Temples of power
Strength in mind
Then so it shall be
Shared, you and me
An old oak tree
Wings about thee
A picnic
Of thoughts
Of exceptions
Of projections
Of imaginations
