Wishing
I wish I had the words to describe
the quiet of a sunrise,
the softness of rain on my arms,
the fascination of a child with her first flower,
the liquid silver of morning dew on the grass,
the loneliness of a train whistle at night,
the beauty of frost flowers on cold windows,
the fragrance of a long-lost kitchen,
the love of the woman standing in that kitchen,
the emptiness I feel when I think of her.
I wish I knew how friendship becomes love,
why leaving hurts so,
where I am to turn next,
what life’s journey leads to,
and when I will find the words
and know the answers.
(2008)
