Wild Wishes

Posted on 13 February 2010

I wished for a black tango clinging
to my thighs in a smoky Brazilian bar,
I wished to be Tosca catching
ovations of roses at the Met.
Wished to be the fire eater
in the Barnuam and Bailey.

          At eighteen Father funds
the little apartment I wish for.
Green and naive my grandiose
adventure fizzles. I dream eternal
romance, my runaway
wedding bores the justice
of the peace. I was the kid
too scared to climb trees
Mother, unconvinced wishes
I wasn’t so wild.

I read once,“Knowing what to wish for
is as elusive as the delicate
blue-green orb of Neptune rising
at sunset, a ball of hydrogen
with rings we can’t see.”

In the wishing days I’d never
have deemed today’s life a life
to long for.
Never would have wished blue sky
this serene, sea lions singing me to sleep,
children and grandchildren
at baseball yesterday, cheering
together in the pleasure
of each other’s pleasure.

Couldn’t have dreamt your clashing
clothes and shaggy beard.
You, who came to me so late, so late,
you: holding out your hand–
anytime I wish.

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