To Be of Use

The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shadows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.  They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.

                                                                         ~ Marge Piercy