Oh, I liked that, mar. (truth be told, I loved the snake poem, too---powerful) so. I can't really say, "this is me," or, "this says it ALL, best," but I do like some Elizabeth Bishop:

ONE ART

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Thank you, Brianna. I enjoyed that on about 3 different levels of meaning. I really appreciate people who have the ability to communicate the subtle truth beneath the obvious one, and the story told between the lines is the most fascinating story of all. I suspect you just may become a very good teacher of literature. I probably would have been on the wait list for your classes had you been one of my high school or college teachers.

You and I have so very much in common. What say we make a truce? Outside the occasional nuclear war, of course! :D