It can assert itself about “beauty,”
things like hikes, gardens: 
white roses climb the ladder 
in full sun.

It can agonize about “hardship:”
The oil stain has soaked 
into the concrete and won’t
pressure wash away.

It can hide from the candid: Police murdered Breonna Taylor in her sleep.

It can speak metaphorically
all it wants:
Would you look at this hemlock? It grows
and grows in my own
a territorial common loon just stabbed
a bald eagle right
through the heart.