One Day, I Hope

If our shackles fell away, I'd like to go
Somewhere with you, but where?
What would you like to do? I'd
Take you to Jamaica for the
Squalor and the searing heat,
The coffee, cocktails on the
Beach and hours underneath
The waves to be among the
Crazy-colored fishes swimming
Everywhere. I'd go back to
Rome with you to roam the
Crowded, narrow streets, to
See the ruins, Trevi fountain,
Churches so magnificent they
Even awe someone like me,
Who never had much use for
Gods. We could have gelato.
We could learn to use our
Hands to speak Italian, such
A lovely tongue, or maybe
You would rather make your
Way along a mountain trail
With no sound but the rushing
Water, empty meadows, soaring
Peaks, and spruces bending in
The breeze beneath a sky, not
Black at night, the way it is
When we're in town, but
Speckled with uncounted stars,
Or somewhere else I haven't
Been. You needn't rush to
Make your choice. Our
Shackles still are on.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-09 at 00:51

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