POETRY: This Morning, I Wanted Four Legs by Jane Hirshfield

This Morning, I Wanted Four Legs by Jane Hirshfield

Nothing on two legs weighs much, or can. An elephant,
a donkey, even a cookstove—those legs, a person could
stand on. Two legs pitch you forward. Two legs
tire. They look for another two legs to be with, to move
one set forward to music while letting the other move
back. They want to carve into a tree trunk: 2gether
4ever. Nothing on two legs can bark, can whinny or
chuff. Tonight, though, everything’s different. Tonight I
want wheels.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: