The Request

Please, God,

Make me a stone

So I can drop

Into the river and be worn

Away

Please god,

Make me a birch tree

So tall and shady

Made strong out of paperthin layers

My body will be a home

When I die

Please god make me the road

And let me bring all the sad ones

To safety

Please, God

Make me the words

Spoken between Lovers

Soft and sweet and temporary

Like a breeze in the

Window

Please, God,

Make me into a fire

Useful and bright

Helpful and dangerous

until I am lovingly

Put to rest

Please, God, you've never been real

Before

But maybe this time

You will become so,

And so will I