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.