I wish for Plenty:
manna, songs, dancing, smiles
gin, tonic, lime – even porter and champagne
especially the hugs of others
warm hearths for my belly
I wish for nothing less than a place at the next resurrection.
(I found no seat at the last supper.)
What I’m greedy for now lies beyond
nights of sleep, hummingbirds, smoked salmon, diamonds.
Tis daylight peace without end.
(It is a blessing to want.)
My longing rose from the dead on Monday evening
not long after a shrink spilled her seed on fertile ground
and stones moved in concert.
I wish I knew the secret of how to sow miracles
the way a spirit splits and multiplies
the rising of the sun.
(At least I remember her name.)
There’s nothing like a breath drawn up an elephant’s trunk
nothing like the atmosphere of air
Lazarus found out – and so did I.
Maybe I’ll remember how to wish next time round the mulberry
– trees breathe, leaves bud again.
There’s plenty to be found.