Wants, needs … reality.

Oil and vinegar proceed realities
wants and needs.

I see me, there,
me … here,
me everywhere.
I’ve always wanted all
I’ve seen, and imagined.

I have been whatever vision brings,
plants that sing, and dancing wings.
Every house I view I want to dive into
and feel … its inception, its interpretation
of living. I’ve always wanted it all.
All the emotions of the world…

I become excited, I move, I expand,
absolutely, know what I’m talking about,
and then I don’t…

I am there, and I am here.
Discombobulated, like
a bad black and white movie,
or a slipping bandage on a wound.
I wonder, at times, if I’ll ever feel
peace, instead of pieces.

Reality … fantasy … or … reality?
Again? What do we really want?

I want it all. All sensations,
even the fatal, though I may regret
that idea, when the pain hits…

I am not sure of any stability, anymore;
in the middle of any movement -- is me.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/29/04