Dignity Waits

From David Whyte's poem "Death Waits," I chose the line:

swaying in the light wind that
touches his own (face)

Dignity Waits

His mood often swaying

out of frustration or in,

Alex is the genuine light

and the earnest wind.

Intense to the point that

the wrong approach touches

a nerve with his

dignity. It needs to be his own.