A blaze of chipmunk crosses a flash and smoke of snow
What in that makes you anticipate necessity?
Stop
Move to a single storey home or condominimum
Long before any fire has died
True, nothing, on either side of any fence
Can set us completely free
Chained to bodies, food and sleep
Labor, change, and age
Yet we can choose to be equal, if not to change, at least to one another
Nor need any day be without something new and more
Something learned, made, seen, heard, done
Toward which, rather than rage, we can persevere
For no light ever dies
Not even when we do
In gratitude for what is, for what we are
Tolerant of loss and disorder
Fine, leaving what we must without regret
But why not go on climbing and defining
Spirit, energy, light, warmth, a way—the way, all ways