Acceptance
                   opening spaces and contemplating clarity,
                      embracing the darkest cloud
                        and the torrents it contains--
                   feeling the hardest rain
                     with a heart's whole desire,
                   and savouring the drenching interlude--
                      a cleansing at last appreciated
                        for what it is--
                          a better appreciation
                            of a horizon's baking sun--
                       a perfect orange circle
                          thrusting through a milky late sky,
                        tickling our thirst
                           in the acceptance
                              of a tender craving . . .