Messenger

My work is loving the world…there the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—equal seekers of sweetness.Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.​Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let mekeep my mind on what matters,which is my work,​which is mostly …