Book 6 Page 54

Longing

The loin longs

to kill the deer.

but the deer desires

to live.

The human longs

to stay awake,

but the sleeping one desires

to dream.

The sails long

to capture the wind,

but the wind desires

to be free.

All desire

reacting in ‘a balance,’

like some secret ballast,

that hold life steady.

© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au  11/10/99  dominicj7@poetry.net.au