I shall no more seek beauty,
for I am not beautiful.
I might see my size and know my insignificance.
Though I stand in awestruck silence
I am one who only stands aside and watches.
I have sat on the edge of the earth
and watched the sun rise–and set–
and rise again.
I have actively sought beauty
from the thorn to the great sky
and have seen it in both places.
I shall no more seek beauty
for now I know there is no need.
The eagle soars and dives. The heron stands and waits.
Yet they are both fed.
And I shall no more seek beauty.