for Lushan Turner for long pants the long way Neither fur nor feather My specificity Naked to the weather In cutoffs as you see Insecure in nether Parts southward from the knee Being unsure whether To freeze fry laugh or cry Here alone together With me myself and I As each extremity Reached up and down allow Hotter colder older More naked to the sky Less I guess than bold or Once bitten and twice shy If sadder wiser now Unfolding patiently More or less in need of Clothes when I chose for love To let it all go by Long pants and everything I shed my skin of stuff Took then but what I bring In the desert colder If wiser even though My pants have all been cut Off last year past so what Though those pant legs are gone As castaway I go These feet keep moving on Though older even so At not too old to try Neither fur nor feather Nor flesh nor fowl but free To go to come again Now at how not whether To be or not to be The more for having been When being is enough Then at the now of when As I face the weather As it embraces me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII