I was, ahead of time

 
It’s a beautiful model
in which degree I strive,

I will never fear my own hand;
I know what controls it
Itself not good or bad,

environmental events –
in an instant, I wonder at times
if my day will be pleasant,

and then I remember the life
beaten and dragged
and the circumference
of my own will that’s blind,

& goodness

by my own approximations
through reinforcements
of only the light, the feel of the wind,
and the sound that reaches
the peace of mind, triumphant
in how it was dealt with –
I’m here and I am alive.  

It’s in the limit of the mind’s eye
and to which degree you can see it.