#theme: acceptance

Tell yourself  as it gets cold and gray falls from the air  that you will go on  walking, hearing  the same tune no matter where  you find yourself—  inside the dome of dark  or under the cracking white  of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.  Tonight as it gets cold  tell yourself  what you know which is nothing  but the tune your bones play  as you keep going. And you will be able  for once to lie down under the small fire  of winter stars.  And if it happens that you cannot  go on or turn back  and you find yourself  where you will be at the end,  tell yourself  in that final flowing of cold through your limbs  that you love what you are.