To Stay or Struggle

I waited, resisted
unconvinced.

One who understood
that happiness
is dangerous

that sadness itself
was life's first
test.

I've stayed here
deathless
for years

small and earthly
stuck in the hollow
shaped by

my own lack
of skill.

Or was it devotion,
a sense of hope
that eventually

all things are moved
by some shift of
space.

To those given passion
to work against
nature

to squirm and grope,
to pull, to push,
to remove

their restless bodies
from the safety
of hidden places

join the gliding, whirling
stunningly surprising,
always unpredictable

world.