Small Wants

Give me a little light.
A little space. A smidge of time.

I don’t need much.
A little color perhaps.
Energy.

Something God-Breathed.
Maybe you
beside me

like you dream of being
nowhere else
in the world.

About this poem

It began as a poem about painting. And became a love poem, and a poem about small wants. Or perhaps big, depending on your point of view.

The photograph was taken at Olana, the home of Frederick Church, one of the Hudson River School of painters, something of a rock star in his time.