The Wise Men

by mudrhetoric

I’m trying to empty my mind.
A settlement of peace.
I enumerate my desires.
Bly says to desire is sweet.
A fragrance.
I hope to one day embody that.

I admire older men.
Wise men.
Who’ve been there before.

But I’m not ready for it.
I’m not old enough yet.
When I’m their age.
I’ll know.
But why not today.