You are beautiful.
That awkward gait of yours,
the way you check your pockets
every score of steps
to ensure nothing will slip out from you
that could never be returned.

The shifting weather
can never keep up with your moods.
It is beautiful how you rain in the sunshine,
how you can stretch out in the snow
and sleep like it is late August.
You understand the difference
between weather and climate:
that day-to-day failures
cannot make up the bigger picture.

You are doing well.
Climbing to places no one can reach,
you look down from the walls you built
to keep people out;
aloft from the crowd,
you find love in the faces
of all the people
you will never come to meet.