The way the day opens itself

Promising mystery

I think I’ll accept

Live up to my end of the thing

Pick it up and huck it

Over and over and over

Until we’re fully spent,

It and I,

Until my arms can’t reach

Above my head and the skin

Of my fingers is cracked

or blistered, or both,

And all of it,

All of it

Mine forever

Not yours, not yours,

Not  yours, and especially,

Not yours.