in celebration,

    i would roll in the air
as you rolled through solid wave
        upon concrete,
    unsprung from the plank
     stabbing surface calm
         i would ring
  with a whoosh of silence,
without a drop cast aside,
   swallowed up in glee
     left speechless,
i would drink in your feat,
  and wallow in love's
    smiling oneness.

Lithe indeed is your unveiling;
  Awesome indeed is your flight;
     Nailing shut that coffin
      of darkness, to choose
        instead the liquid
          light's deeps,

O lady painted modesty.