A pseudo-holiday,
Lurks in rippling outer blue,
Casting shadows in open water,
From the expanse I see first its teeth,
Yet then a present in its bite,
Promises of a tussle with reason,
With empirical data sprints and hurdles,
With models of the world and joust,
With proofs and complex facts a toss.

Rigid rhythms breed discipline,
And teach me to pause and reflect,
Through rolling words in native tongue,
That speak of the mundane and significant,
And offer praises to the living one,
Who's paid for my heart and shall have my mind and body too.