I’d Ask For Wings
I should have five minds, to read
my towering stack of books and
report back with a synopsis.
Five heads to hold the clarity.
Five hearts to hold the wisdom.
And if I’ve had five lives to hold
the sum of my experience, I must
have known five surrenderings.
Having died so much already,
why would I fear another death?
And I should have five arms to
shelter everything I’ve come to
love. Five eyes to capture beauty.
With five souls to sanctify, I’d ask
for wings, that I might make five
flights to my Beloved.