Alchemisland

Wished three times for swishers, Djinn offered me a forth out of pity

I wish for a place situated outside but near a little city

Place I can sit and smoke trees in peace of a summer evening

Place close to what’s seen in my sylvan dreams

Might be greedy, I could wish for world peace

But I want what’s due to me

These last few years I’ve been frozen into place, stasis

I was stationary while my desires were moving away

Suddenly I’m raging at time wasted, wasting away

With nothing to show, save money and dank crumbly

Spot that’s hot as an oven, where I’ll enjoy my book

I will watch barnacle geese going and coming

I will visit friends and weekend in Dublin

I will have peace and time and life at last felt mine

I will disavow that which keeps me needless proud

I will fall to kiss the ground, in happiness or grief

I will show greater fealty, feel more keenly

Therefore seeing more cleanly the way through the greenery