I Wanted: An Old Poem Revised for the New Year

I
Wanted




I wanted the whole moon

white where it is, blue how it
falls.




I wanted the earth,

collapsing and folding.




I wanted the ocean to rise

and unberth us.




I wanted the loudest thing

in the morning light

to be my heart,

still beating. 




The short break

in a long poem.




The glass to stop

breaking.




Trespass.