The Wish That Is Always There Poem by RIC BASTASA

this afternoon i arrived too early
at the third floor of the building.
i did not enter right away to the room
instead i stayed for a while at the bay window
with opens to the view of the mountain and the trees and the far-away


sea, which gives me too much space where i can perhaps lay down
the weariness of my ideas which to me appears like

soldiers of war whose only wish is to quit all these fighting
pack up, collect all the letters inside the bag, leave the guns
and ammunition, and have peace at

home, the heart, the fireplace of winter
the sun of the summer day, the beach
and

sand, the lovers delighting about each other's
touch, talking about nothing but food, company, incoming vacations,
camping, bathing in the river
pasturing the cows,
herding the sheep
fishing and

sleeping in the privacy of the house
with all loved ones.