tempest

a frugal distortion of the old
and perhaps there wouldn’t be
a tempest brewing.

I’d like a smidgen of quantum
molded around that history
and the possibilities it could reform.

take from me the flesh,
the possessions, the hysteria.
but leave the healer.

that dripping vessel
fully absorbing and waterlogged
with the pungent past.

all to be rinsed,
all to be cleansed with its own
penchant for joy.

I desire far less these days,
because the simple explained to me
the tempting truths.

I just want to get what I want
one more time.
it’s the brewing storm I would welcome.