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I would rather be succeeding
than successful, enjoying
than replete with joy, rather
be exploring than to claim
I’ve found it, catching
for the fun of than to
say I’ve caught.

Yet all the same, I’m glad
we’re finally face to face.
Your presence here
expands the joy that
of its own accord has
always poured into this
cup to overflow and more.

We are the fountain,
you and I, no less than
gods immortal—and of this,
some new sense I’m certain
will be made and handed
down to generations
unlike ours, the future
souls, already unafraid.


© Elaine Stirling, 2013