Even loving
Beyond all reason
Will have its own time to spare.
So if this is my virtue
If I somehow know how to keep
There is no need to worry these nights
Where I still find
Listlessness in sleep
I’ve learned- not born to be careless
Every gesture
Cautiously prepared
Still I meet with anxiety
As if I still owed
Some tremendous debt
To its awkward diligence
And its prosperous fate
-Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 