What I Want From This Crazy Place Poem by Lucy Dowlingbrown

I want to sit on the front steps and watch the thunder roll through the sky
With my feet on the wet concrete
And bright eyes to touch like stars,
I want to read until my eyes hurt and my heart is heavy with ideas
With no place to put them but in my hands
And no one to stop me but myself
I want to dance on the street when it rains, whenever it rains
And smile at strangers not out of habit, but because my heart is full and their eyes are kind
I want to be big, so big that I spill out onto the pages of passersby 
and warm their tea
I want to walk and climb until my feet are raw and my limbs fall by my sides without control
I don't want to find myself living a life any less than the one I am capable of living.