Departing Wishes

There comes a time In every man's life When he wishes to be Someone he could never be A rebel facing a firing squad Wishing if he were a deep rooted tree A convict with hangman's noose Around his neck Wishing had it not been for the crime He committed He would still be dreaming about tomorrow A terminally ill lover waiting for the moment When his breath will stop Wishing to see spring one more time On grey walls of a hospital An old man barely able to stand Even with his walking stick with an ivory-handle Wishing if he could turn around and see Yesterday calling him back Well If you ask me my wish as I approach My last mile Let me tell you - I wish I were an Eskimo Without religion Without money Without government May be even without god Living in a nation of ice With a palatial igloo Surrounded by a garden of icy mirrors Reflecting stars and moonlight With a wife who cuts seal-blubber for me And the kids After she warmed my seal-skin boots With sweet bites and comes to bed With the toddlers wrapped around her breasts Like a mother kangaroo And covers us with her foggy lullaby And sends me to sleep with dreams Of an iceberg And I would wake up in the morning with a poem Which will melt the heart of the universe When I write it on snow in frozen language With my frostbitten finger