One More Dance

I want to fly to
the moon and save the
fee Russians charge
on their spaceship

(wings of imagination)

to see movement as
dust is stomped beneath
my feet.

I want to snare the largest
fish in the pond with
bragging rights
to last a generation

and folks chatter about a lad
who snowshoes in mighty
strides where pine
trees began their calling.

I want to create momentum
encouraging others
to follow a path
where dreams await

the substance of their domain
coloured in ribbons
overcoming all fences.

Yes, I’m not ready for the
graveyard where nothing moves
but the wind.

© Richard L. Provencher