Gift

Among these contemporary atoms,
I pulse on eight acres of paradise,
wishing to reciprocate to the host,
when surely mere gladness cannot suffice
for contoured enormity already yours
on solid to molten metallic core.
What constitutes a proper proffering
to magma shifting sea and rocky shore
to meet an expanding depth of space?
For all the joy received at your behest,
I name you sole heir to appreciative
remnants and remainders of a good guest.

I would lack an adequate gift d’esprit—
were it not for my love of poetry.