Above All

I wish I was a myth
Escaping reality
Yet recognized
Remembered
When all truth is severed

I wish I were George Washington
Did he miss his cherry tree
When he brought it down
So young
So honestly

I wish you were the air
So I could breathe you in
Standing bare
As you touch me
Everywhere

Above all, I wish I could fly
Never touching the wheel
Only watching it roll
In circles
As I soar by.

PUBLICATION: The Crier, Vol. 34, No. 5, April 14, 1997, Corning Community College.

HISTORY: Another Summer '96 writing, the poem is built around one's need for sexual enlightenment and a need to rise above the craziness of the surrounding world.