Too Alone

I'm too alone in the world, yet not alone enough to make each hour holy.
I'm too small in the world, yet not small enough to be simply in your presence, like a thing-just as it is.

I want to know my own will and move with it.
And I want, in the hushed moments when the nameless draws near, to be among the wise ones-or alone.

I want to mirror your immensity.
I want never to be too weak or too old to bear the heavy, lurching image of you.

I want to unfold,
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed, I am false.
I want to stay clear in your sight.

--Rainer Maria Rilke