i want blue hair and roses on my shoulder.
i want color to remind me i’m seeing
and seeing to remind me I’m breathing
and breathing to remind me that
the
steps on the stairs
to tomorrow
will
keep coming.

i want noise.
i want music all around me and in me.
minor notes dancing up through bone and blood and skin.
stirring my fingers from the inside until I pen
words that rise up and dance.

i don’t want money.
GOD.
i don’t.
i just want to pay the stupid bills and pay the stupid piper
and I want our only conversations
to be
grace.

i want to cradle the world like a river.
i want to sit very still and will my heart
to stretch like a blanket over everyone.
i want them to feel it.
SOMEBODY who
doesn’t know your name,
loves you.

catch it like pink confetti.
the joy of breath inbetween your teeth.
the creases on your hands that mean they have pulled
and pushed and woven
a
life.

i have a Father who holds an iron umbrella.
and when the rain falls up from the earth
He is a raft.
and there is no wood so strong, or humble.

i want to sail into the milky edges of dawn
(a gathering of clouds open their mouths to blow at my back)
and know what I never understood before.

make me a little girl
(i don’t want to grow up)
who can see the future.
who stands loudly on a hill
burning such a bright blue light
she could guide ships home from sea.