A Wantful Satisfaction

I want just enough discontentment

To keep me reaching for stars

 I want a few vegetables for soup

And to thrill when dawn spills refilled jars

I want a garden for learning

Lessons from flower and weed

I want to dare to share recklessly

When I have more than I need

I want a wish never granted

Lest I relinquish meek trust

I want to be girl-enchanted

As I splash barefoot through dust

I want to be love-smitten
By a white world pearled with rain
I want to wander its woods and hills
Again and again and again

I want slow-cooked porridge for breakfast

Vacation in a cup of tea

I want to travel the world in books

Sail on a paper-bound sea

I want to dream without borders

I want to fly without wings

I want to dance with the wind as it sweeps

Over phantom violins

I want no fear-fraught misgiving

…when death summons my final quest

I want to say life was worth living

And that I gave it my best

I want to hear heaven’s harps playing

As my bumbling footsteps fade

And then, to leave for those behind

A beautiful memory made

© Janet Martin