What We Want

Do you want to see my starfish?

the small boy exulted, flaunting

his treasure before us

and everyone else on the beach.

We smiled and paid him

our attention    but

can anyone own a starfish

(or a husband or a child)?

We brandish our birth

certificates and file

our contracts, but all we really have

is our own being and a few chances

to fathom the depth of that ocean

before the last tide

goes out. What we want

won’t matter, then, and even

our prized craniums will deposit

their contents on the sand.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . .

Oh, wouldn’t it be

divine if a small boy found

our bones

worth acclaiming.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .© Carol Wiebe, Aug, 2010

Do you want to see my starfish?

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About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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5 Responses to What We Want

  1. Jingle says:

    lovely sentiment,
    you share something similar to me..

    thanks!
    ;)

  2. Beautiful Carol.

    ‘Tis why I make art and write. To note my own place in the stream. To remind myself to pay attention.

  3. carolwiebe says:

    Leslie, thank you, my friend. Oh, yes, and yes again!

  4. Pingback: Do You Want To See? | Silverspring Studio

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