I want a blue heaven
to sit in my lap like an orb
to be caught in my grip
to swing in my hip-bag

I want to command a light snow
so that the anxieties of the world
become mesmerized
and momentarily forgotten

I want the cleanest line of hope,
drawn up from the ground
like ice cold water, and kept
resting in a bowl

I want a magnitude of life
to be unearthed from the core
to be draped over every fence-top
to be brushed by fingers walking by