Ars longa, amata

III

i long for knowledge.
i'm starved for it every second;
i must know why crows
draw circles in the sky
or what is the name of every cloud.
debilitating pain may leave me bedridden,
but it has not put out the fire in me.
i am the same everyday.
i still long to read every book i can
get my hands on;
i daydream still of the sheep in switzerland.
i think of the picnic blanket hiding in the tall grass,
and how to attract the sparrows,
or paint my old cd's
and sew checkered handkerchiefs.
i want to learn lullabies by heart
and read
poetry everyday. if love won't come to me-
if i won't fall in love
with another being,
know i'll fall in love
with what i have seen.