It isn't just one thing
I'd ask you for, one thing
nameable, expressing all
that is within in one
smooth motion,
a transaction that can be initialed
when complete. It is
your invention, the part
of you that chases for undetermined
times one notion of a special way
so sleek and elegant your heart
knows you've found the definition,
then is off again, charged, to find the one
thing that will make it better. It is
your focus as you peer into the box,
seek the one single tiny feathered creature
most like those that hover
near the surface, most like those
for which the trout will rise.
It is the carefulness, the plan,
the deep desire to understand fully,
the inherent pleasure in the questions.
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