I’ll watch you churn the dark soil like homemade ice cream,
congratulate you on the sturdiness of your architecture,
and analyze your masterpieces in their roughest drafts
before we wash our hands under cascades of doubt.
With my wanting abilities, I’ll embody the devil’s advocate
so that together we can find the limits of your wingspan.
I’ll cry alongside you when that first roof breaks you asunder,
and after you’ve broken through to the endless skies above,
I’ll pick up those fallen fragments and build you another.