I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.
I came to love, I came into my own.
Be sure that whatever you are is you.
So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.
And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.
I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.