Go or Stay?

The quiet morning

is full of light.

If I go out into the air with you,

even though I come back alone

I shall be full of the noises

of other people: cacophony

of trying to be happy

away from the silence of being.

You, though, do all things

to make others bloom into joy.

I shall go to meet you,
as if carrying roses.

Mini-challenge, from 'imaginary garden with real toads': to write in the style of Jane Hirshfield. I wonder if I have succeeded?