TELL ME AGAIN…WHAT I NEED TO WANT
I’ve never known money,
paper and metal parsed out
as the articles of worth, exchange, value,
a way to account or keep score. I suppose.
But I never met money,
had a conversation
over a bottle of bourbon
with money or its brother cash.
(Although I would have not minded having one
with Johnny Cash, while rocking some hours away).
I wonder if I am missing out on a part of living
by having more than I need,
not wanting more than I have.
I heard money could show me what I don’t have
but then I’ve also been told that the more I see,
the more I need, and the more I need,
the more I must meet what I have never met
to get what I see, that I don’t really need.
Unless of course I’m just confused;
really need more than I want.
Like a longer porch,
I’d like a longer covered porch
with a rocking chairs where I could sit
and rock over the notion while in motion
about all the other things I’ve never met.
Like a bullet in flight,
I’ve never been valuable enough to either side
to have met one of those.
Looking back over the years of never mets
it seems that when they come to mind the never mets
all fall into the category
of what others tell me I need to want.
Nobody ever told me I wanted a longer porch,
I just think it’d be nicer
to be able to rock in the rain without getting wet.
© M Durfee