Whispered Wanderings

after Robert Frost

Love to some, perhaps, is a
set commodity: but to a poet
well, I suppose I would
turn my thoughts to a-wishing
of what I want love to be – then go
foolishly out into the world and
of course, my heart bold upon my sleeve – hoping he
(the object of my affections) finally wished
upon a star that somehow love
would find us together. If only it were
true, that wishes were horses and thus
we could ride! My heart believes we would and
says, let it be so.

klm
5/16/24

[When all else fails, Golden Shovel. Borrowing from “A-Wishing Well” by Robert Frost the lines
“A poet would a-wishing go, / And he wished love were thus and so.”]