You are my better mirror,
streaming beauty into me.
What truly sustains, like refreshing rain
on a flowerbed, or an exchange of breath
that becomes ecstasy.
Look, we exist,
because love takes over completely.
What more abundance for proof?
Nothing else!
How we become entangled in the cosmos
from simple beginnings — by being young and naive,
feverish and dreaming:
at least we dared!
And so we grow into our own constellation —
a human space that allays the surging depths
which churn ignorance and restless terror,
but we originate beauty.
Like a bud cradled inside us
that blooms with the seasons
into memory.
Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park
