WANT

I want what I have always wanted,
a house with a porch around three sides,
a breeze through the chives
growing in a redwood box by the kitchen,
painted, of course, to match the shutters.

I want what I have always wanted,
to close my day in a porch swing,
and not in a public place
where men invade the privacy
of my walk to the bathroom.

I want what I have always wanted,
a wide upholstered rocking chair,
suitable for singing
or making up rhymes.

I want what I have always wanted,
a sunny work room with lots of windows,
a view which comforts, if not inspires.
A place to sew.

I want what I have always wanted,
a man who looks me in the eyes
when he speaks,
who moves close and touches me
as he laughs.