lunchpoem 1-- (of desire only)

in the interest
   of writing poetry,
 i've gone skinny dipping
a dozen times
    in half a dozen states.
                it's not enough,
                     i know.

i have slept
       on buses,
     in cars,
       in and under trees,
  on the subway,
         and in one hundred arms.
i've eaten strange
     and sometimes poisonous things--
             and it's not enough,
                        i know.

i've hitchhiked, trespassed, shoplifted.
  i've wept for my own existence--
            and for yours.
    i've kissed so many fools, and loved them;
  some of them loved me back.

i've seen the sea,
and watched the mountains' moods.
               and it is not enough,
                     i know.

i've brought children
         into the world through
  blood, shit, and mystery.
    i've begun to see others leaving--
 considered leaving, myself.

but it is not enough-
will never be enough.

           still,
   i scribble on my little page,
           and smile
           and sing
           and laugh
           and age.

of desire only
     it is enough.
of desire only