Want* by Nancy Schatz Alton

 

The older I get the more I want

to see the eagle’s wingspan opening

after he snatches the vole. The more

I want to clearly see my place

in things. If I’m going to die

let me know the ground took

every piece of me and

made something useful

vole-to-the-eagle

wit-to-the-mushrooms

grief-to-the-grass.

5.4.2018

*with a nod to Melissa’s Stein’s poem “How I”