I want to be somewhere
mining my own town with my children.
i want to see the names on their faces,
watch them take their places in the war of our day.
i want to work where money doesn’t inspire
with hands that don’t get tired; i want to work -
go on a walk in woods without brambles,
without a preamble between the two of our hearts.
i want to be somewhere with a family
that names you and names me as some of their own.
i want to see, in the eyes of my father,
that i’m not a bother but a delight in his eyes.