in growing up
the one most commended,
most grown,
most love laden

(She floats over
in the moonlight
She walks,
chin tucked,
her garb grazing the withered ground
she ascends into the cold bitter air
her eyes rest on the ground)

experiences,
melt into the bottoms of Her feet
and the cold is the only one to enter her lungs.

permeable only, if through and in
the Good