“So Easy to Desire”
So easy to desire the miracle. But think
On this. Where’s the catch, the marvellous demands
That come to mind; what promises can stand?
What tests in kind the price in days to come? She drinks
To fortune, progress, to better days, her Sadducees of success
Attracting millennia condensed within her brief bowl of seams
And hedges, these hems round all for whom and for what she dreams
Is her eternity. Something’s asked and something’s earned; divine redress
Requires questions in the hours to come, the latent moments of distress
And wonder, certain encounters in the looming longest night of nothingness,
Her nemesis in paeans, time and endless waiting. Rhymes are stress
Enough, these obstacles and all that stands while she lies flat; a wilderness,
The costs of hasty elevation of the Host trumps the urge to cheat the system:
Yet in living moments as they are is peace, and patience in itself is wisdom.