I Want to Be a Poet
I want to sit in golden sunlight draped across my shoulders bent after millions of miles of travel,
And diffuse into the air with the dust.
To be a resonating string vibrating as the experience plucks me.
I want to bring back something from melting with ice and tasting minerals dissolved from glaciers thousands of years ago.
And touch my skin but only feel it in my fingers.
To be a ripple magnified and expanding throughout the world.
When I'm buried shallow and animals carry me away to be a part of their lives I want to have been a part of yours.
And to outlive my own death without magic and science.
To be the cold wave perpetual and hum forever in the Summer sun.
The winds will blow from exploded stars and blast clean the bodies of black but I want to remain.
And to be elsewhere carried in the hearts of voyagers generations to come from generations to come yet later.
To visit places I will never see and to comfort strangers who need rest or courage.
I Want to Be a Poet