Saturday, October 29, 2011

Wouldn't It Be

Wouldn’t it be wonderful
to stand tall on a mountain, glory shining
like a bronzing skin, with flashing sword,
and in my heart the courage
of day during night, and within
these thick bones wisdom humming
a victor’s song?

I want so much more
than wonderful. I want

a hand behind my head.
I want to make euphemisms
in my underwear
and be carried to a warm bath.
I want to want nothing
but what I have.