Bon bons

There’s a hymn at my periphery,
about simple gifts
which seem as far flung as dragons
or fighting angels or art coming alive.

We don’t need but we want…a taste, a view,
a soothing hand, a thrilling jolt,
a sweet spring, a healthy winter,
a tomorrow of love.

I want to be more than a luxury,
enjoyed in small bites but
unnecessary for the most part.
I want a simple tomorrow.