(A poem written on acceptance to Harvard over ten years ago, Spring 2014)
Crescent moon curtseys
to the applause of the sun,
and the dream that stood watch
over the night sky of my pain
at the coming of what it foretold.
I am ready now for such rhythms,
hibernation of my autumn visions,
because May blushes too.
Because things approach life
insofar as they once approached death.
I am ready one day to look heavenward,
A pinch of stardust evolved to ponder stars,
the two small orbs by which I view them
trillionfold larger than the singularity
of the first math-shattering yes.
I am ready for the mysterium tremendum, giving
the allegiance of my reason to what is beyond reason,
the taproot of my being to gracious catastrophes
wherein a heart's sequoia seeds
resurrect in flames.