Thought Patterns: Habit of Desire

Not content in my
Realm and heart,
I watch the
Migrating geese and
Covet their purpose.
I want no less than
the powers
Of the changing seasons,
And of the laughing girl and
Of the honking, flying geese.
I want to breathe in Autumn,
And exhale Summer.
I want flight,
Even as I understand
That the boundary of desire
Is despair,
Even as I understand
That to avoid that ledge
I’ll turn and fly
Toward many others
Before I know that
I Am.