Care

How could care control?

Care would carry your weary weight on its own back

That which will seek control is not careful of the tender-hearted

That which seeks control is not care

Care rejoices in your success through the flat pancake of time

Care is careful

Of each footprint

Upon your heart

Care would not dream

Of impinging

Of taking what is not freely given

Care holds like infinite space

And acts like the finest artisan

when she sings…. the heavens melt.