Hopkins, your heart
Warbled vowels of love to GOD.
You held the world
So gently and stilly on your palm,
Like a child holding a soap bubble.
You demanded color from grays
And were blinded by the sunset.
The world was an echo chamber
For your galloping heart
And ponds, were cathedrals to your GOD.
Yes, sparkling and begging was your soul,
Grasping -
Not waiting for life to come to you.