delivery --

Rocks grow restless in the Wind they are

sturdier than they have to be and weathered

with a thousand Promises a steady

beat Keeping time

for those who cannot Hear -- This

is our Lesson, here, that

though we may Succumb

to fear our Hearts pulse On with

a subtle Intent

of their Own -- Trees collapse in Windmill forests; Love

is a beltway Verb

at least -- How you stand in the mud waiting

is a questionable Value for those

who run, headlong, into

frozen Streams and burning Suns

to hinder

here Your progress -- We

wave our Arms

in the Night, serpentine in step

to your House there where the patience

yields its Promise --