The air is smoother now than yesterday.

I wish it was because I heard her say

Something sweet, maybe kind, or anything

At all.

I turn my head at every passing sound.

Could have sworn that her voice came trembling down

From untrodden precipices, ice-bound

And melting.

Is the beat beneath your heart firm and loud?

What’s the trick to keeping your head unbowed?

I’ve tried stainless steel and art museums,

Tried it all (and more).

There is but one trick I have left alone

For noble reason, rest assured, for none

Of what I truly want is found outside

Her beauty pure.