Marvin Lurie

Where I Want To Go

To the sand beach
against the clay cliffs
beneath the cottonwood trees
where I sat my young self on driftwood
for hours and days when nothing needed to be done.
I will watch over the water to the horizon
and count the gulls,
lose count in their swooping circles
and start over.
I will watch the clouds form animals and faces,
erase them and start over.
I will watch the sun lie down in its bed of purple and gold.
At night I will lie back on the sand
and watch the milky way draw its belt across the sky
to hold in the endless, endless stars.
On special nights
the aurora Borealis will throw spears of sapphire light into the north sky,
and no one will worry where I am,
and no one will come looking for me.

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