The practice of grace requires isolation.
Without it I cannot distinguish what is real,
or know where to focus gratitude.
But, to learn, how far shall I withdraw?

This cold links us all,
regardless of my goals;
I recycle the air around me
that you will one day inhale,
so each breath taken is growth
in spite of my ignorance.

What role does aspiration play
in the bonds between us?
Can I even direct my progression,
or shall I simply remain intentional.