Boundaries

As much balm as challenge,
Bones broken, unset.

There's no rhyme but reason
For the ones that I've met.

I have traveled, I've crumbled,
I lurch and I climb,

Falling over them, vaulting past,
Peering through. Blind.



What purpose, this effort?
At what cost, this grace --

To hold in my hand
your inscrutable face?

God gives us courage, but
Eve lends us style:

Bequeaths to us impulse,
the innocent's guile.