A Poem
by Ned



I want to earn
the fire of this age:
the active patience of trees in winter;
that tiring of the spirit
brought by long, hard work,
that breeds not resignation
but humility, acceptance,
gratitude
and big plans for tomorrow;
the urgent need
to feel each moment's
- this moment's -
significance,
contribution,
possibility;
as if, right now,
this poem were reading me
and you.