There is a graciousness about you that has taken me;
It moves like an aura,
Like a flock of gentle thought and consideration,
Curling around you as you ease and manage through your day;
Delighting even the air.
Struggle and emergency relent to a moment of perusal and then,
As if ashamed,
Remand themselves to introspection and contemplation;
A more mannered effort.
Derived from remarkable endurance, and a
Heartfelt ability to live in balance with the
Extremes and the tipping of the day,
Folds even among the notes of your voice as you
Softly dispel any myth of unavoidable surrender to fate.
Make no mistake;
Such graciousness is not a niche for meekness.
But neither does it come from the repeated flailing of a
Torch dizzy with flame.
It is, instead, a product of the measured, confident maneuvering of
The good coals,
Live and intense;
Effective without needing the juggler's spectacle.
You are rare;
And as you stand back, the marching throngs take note,
Re-forming their forward, mindless momentum into more
Dispersing and making their own way as individuals instead of just
Monotonous ripples in a seething sea.
With no effort,