It’s one thing to do a mighty exploit
To thrust oneself through the air
And land at a place
Better than your current station
In part by sheer will
In part by pure luck.
It’s quite another thing to
Become the kind of person
Who frequently takes leaps of faith,
Who has trained their hands to stay open
And accustomed their heart to
The slow and steady work
The people we want to be
Will not come into existence
By the occasional short bursts of energy
Brought on by feelings of being left behind
Or guilt for not doing more.
We become who we are meant to be
Slowly at first
Then all at once.