Some mornings I carve
Through the timid joy of breathing
A gargantuan mercy
That too often falters unseen

From the woven warmth
I trust through frozen nights
My body journeys
Unscathed by the gilded dawn

In flight from the early dark
The waters burn and singe me to life
From which I emerge reassembled
To jolt through the majesty
My eyes refuse to graze

Some foul mornings
I remain confined to doubt
Ignorant of the rolling exuberance
To offerings sprawled day by day

So I fall
Consumed by transient sulking
As beauty
Carelessly slips from my grasp
As onlookers passionately
Yearn for me to breathe