There is this wish, that wish, and the other wish.
There is the wish not
to feel this way.
There is the wish in the heart
of the geranium leaf
such that where the leaf is lighter,
its shadow is darker.
There is the wish on the part
of my hair that fell in an arc
to have fallen in a circle
that it might be connected still.
There is the wish to be born.
There is the wish to be known,
and there is the wish to be known.
Liz Waldner, _Saving the Appearances_