Wants and wishes
Dawn seen from my office
lingers longer than most
Moments here are frozen
when all I want is for them
to hurry past
Older, retreating from that inevitable sun,
I will want them to meander and skulk,
pausing for appreciation.
Yet they will flee, delighting in their mischief,
stubbornly conceding nothing.
As if nature itself pits itself against
our wishes and noting the opposite
occurs everytime thinking
makes it so.