May I choose to explore my world without bounds
To live with reservations
Is to live in the shadows of
Reticence, circumlocutions, and
Meaning cloaked in euphemisms
To meet the world with slanted gaze
Hesitancies, second thoughts
Avoidances, and slips of tongue
To walk the world like Emerson,
Stevenson, Dickinson, or Hemingway
Is to Savour and celebrate the
Delectable incongruities of life
Not as mechanists, hard-pressed to
Reverse-engineer the magnificent
Clockwork mechanism whose cogs
Interlock in perfect synchronicity
From the pendulum in the heavens
To the vital escapement that beats
within our hearts
