I have a will of iron.
Molten and curing.
It is strong when I keep my
joy close. So many things tumbling
out, so many visions caught,
so many puzzles puzzled — that
Joy. I clutch it now.
Needlessly, for it sticks to me like char.
When I see it, my will is
clear, strong, and free.
So I do not ask, “What the hell am I doing?”
I crack a smile and get to work.