Desire
We want to want.
But lacking is suffering.
Pull what you have closer.
The friend I want to sit in a sunny field with as we trip on LSD
The child who missed me
The other child who likes to chill and laugh at politics
The vegetables I vow to turn into salads
The roses that crave pruning
The soul touching circles I assemble around me
The love I vowed to serve as a knight - an oath of the highest order.
I lie on the rug and pull these shapes closer to me. The desire for what I can already reach brings vitality. This life comes closer.
Jodi Lomask in ‘Late Bloomer’ flower by Marina Polakoff