I wish
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.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 
Reblogged this on Are You Thrilled and commented:
Please read a poet from Cork, Ireland that I appreciate
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You’ve been on my mind and I was thrilled to hear your voice this afternoon. I hope you’ll stay. I was quite new to Periscope just as you left. I regret I missed most of your scopes in the beginning, but look forward to participating in the future. Just breathe… It’s all we can do sometimes!
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Quand tu regarderas le ciel, la nuit, puisque j’habiterai dans l’une d’elles, puisque je rirai dans l’une d’elles, alors ce sera pour toi comme si riaient toutes les étoiles. Tu auras, toi, des étoiles qui savent rire !
Et quand tu seras consolé (on se console toujours) tu seras content de m’avoir connu. Tu seras toujours mon ami. Tu auras envie de rire avec moi.
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So happy to see you here, working your way through words. 💜
Think about you every day!
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Oh you great warm generous woman
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Wonderful! I’m happy to read these new words and joyful for the reason. I know the arduous undertaking of escaping from that dark, frigid grasp. Welcome back to the warm light, dear Paul.
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Jennie – thank you very much for you warning words. May you never again be captured by that dark grasp.
Bless you
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