I'd like to grow old and wise,
heart stretched loose and wide enough
to add at least one more concern, experience, friend . . .
I'd like to be as steady as the tide
often bringing in some delightful surprise.
I'd like to not be always cautious, tame, sweet-y shy.
I'd like to shimmer star mist words--
to catch the hint of things beyond our say,
or, at least, to balm a bit of someone's lonely pain.
Of course, I'd also like to master
the impossible everyday:
keep the dishes washed, make various split ends meet.
There is a lot I'd like,
but somehow, tonight, being so loved is enough--
somehow, that love will always be enough.
A well-made poem (one that preserves a flavor of spontaneity), and a poem that does indeed catch a hint of things beyond our say! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I wasn't sure about it--except for the last two lines!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Tom's exactly right!
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