I am of stingy heart, know only love in passing
Years ago at SFO left in lonely longing
Felt the pain of loss but not of breaking
Ecstasies not of joining but of taking.
I am of turbid soul, desire to possess
Not for lusting but my only zest
In capturing, retires the chase to rest
This gift I've gained adds to my nest.
Surrounded by these that serve
Static expressions of my will
I find myself, my mind,
reflections of me standing still.
If there could be one radiation
That might delight and warm beyond
My own esteem I'd scatter all
And turn my back to Plato's wall.