Tuesday, April 26, 2011

What she really wanted

Taking a white sheet of paper and pen
she made a list of all the things
that had felt really fine
in her life
Sharing extra cold white wine on a deck with the ocean
stretched out in basic blue below
with someone who laughs
The bedroom with the low futon mattress cotton bedding
a window out to bamboo and birdsong
all to herself not that she necessarily wanted to be alone
but still
It was the balance between self and others
That and a glass of wine and some green leaves
without interruption
It was not a whole lot and yet elusive
as any pot of gold

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