What I Want

Standing in a vast field

row-upon-row of carrots

green-tops touching the horizon

I pull just one.

I pull just one and

put it on the end of a stick.

Out of reach.

 

From that moment,

perhaps for the rest of my life,

it’s What I Want.

 

It’s a carrot on a stick

and it’s a rod for my back

and it’s What I Want.

 

I have exchanged freedom and opportunity

for a little one thing

that is beyond me..