“Anxious tomorrows leave you unafraid. All grace, you stretch On the rock ledge shining with salt And burn your body in the sun. I think of a lizard Stock-still on the bare rock. Youth lies in wait for you, like a boys Grass noose waiting for the lizard. The power that tempers you is water, In water you find and renew yourself. I think of you as seaweed, a pebble, An ocean creature Uncorrupted by salt, Homing to the beach, purer than before.” - Eugenio Montale