My feet are no match
  for the nimbleness of
    yours ---
You've travelled farther
  speak more languages
    mastered higher math
      (combinatorics!)---

I can't compete in grace
  My feet are made for standing still
    (against the force of many)
My mind is rooted, too,
  in practicalities and earth---

but we circled 'round, intrigued:
  alchemists mixing earth and air
    in search of fire.
                --CSA, 3-Feb-2004. 10pm.