All I Want in an Ideal World.

I try to take myself
out of the context of what I see,
of what I hear and smell and know.
I know that I want children.
To feel the joy and frustration
of a mixed and messy and complicated
brood of family.
I also know that I don't want to work
sunup to sunset.
In an ideal world,
I'll publish my first novel.
Experience the joy of a stranger
appreciating something I fished
from the depths of my being.
Make a modest living,
enough to quit my job,
build a nice house,
with a nook all my own,
in which I will have great, wide windows
and walls of books,
and I will write,
and I will write
and I will have children,
and I will write.
And we will be happy.