Ambivalent Ambulance

envious of some impossibilities
and treading this speckled terrain
like a scared little kid.

She had just slid down
and closed her eyes
and I wished I knew how she did it.

I couldn’t get inside
her dancing mind;

she didn’t know that
she was living the way
one ultimately should:

a flawless blemish
on the decrepit human race.

Her wagon hitched
to endless stars
and every road lined
with serenity.

She didn’t see me as the anchor,

not yet,

but as soon as she did,
she’d be just fine.