May your dreams constantly be
interrupted by children,
and may your dog keep you
from doing anything too important
May your life be filled with the triumphs
of fixing all the household objects
that weren’t supposed to be broken.
May the gab of neighborhood mouths
arrest your way to work.
May the plans for you life rest peacefully
in their drawer, underneath
the motor oil receipts and the plastic umbrellas,
th wine stains slowly returning the paper to the earth.
May you be too poor for a castle,
so that you are unprotected
from the travellers and beggars
who decide to pitch camp in your lawn,
bringing only the eternal wisdom
that this world will never be fully saved,
only savored.
bobjanisdillon 