Saturday, Oct. 12, 2002 | 10:05 P.M.
wanting
I see a field ahead of me,
A field of wildflowers.
As I draw closer to the field,
I see the many beautiful flowers.
All are different colors and shapes.
Some yellow, some blue, some red.
I am attracted to all.
So I walk through the field looking a the flowers,
I stop every once in a while,
Looking for something special to take home.
So many choices, so many flowers.
Which one should I take home with me?
Then I see one that catches my eye.
I cannot move,
I only stare.
The beauty of this flower is mesmerizing.
I walk slowly toward it.
Observing it in awe.
When I reach it,
I just look at it in utter amazement.
When I am about to reach for it,
Someone else grabs it.
I am shocked and surprised.
The stranger looks at me and turns his back.
Anger fills my body.
I want to lash out at him,
But what will that accomplish?
Should I say how much I love this flower?
Should I tell someone?
Should I do something?