A reed in the wind
Pushed near to the ground
Who could imagine the tensile strength
Of your will.
Yet you feel no pressure;
More grounded than most.
Able to totally immerse
In the field.
You are a man.
Of fragile nature, almost delicate
In your sensibility.
I am wary of that … sensitivity.
In you, who sees through sheer pretense.
You forgive much …
But believe this: I never assume your generosity.
The reed can become stiff, and unyielding.
I want never to experience that cold, cold wind
That would be life