Life
Brandon Cook
The goal is to give yourself
And to keep giving yourself,
Stoking desire's fire without shutting down the forge
Or resigning
Or closing the door
And,
Should the coals come to mere embers, to blow on them,
To keep rainwater away
All while knowing how many desires—most, perhaps—
Will be frustrated, destined to be unfulfilled
Even still
To give yourself
As you keep looking up, towards the near horizon
Where the sun burns down like a golden prophecy
Across the quiet mountains