lauds…
Would that I could
shed this impatience
and not be so conspicuous
upon the earth.
Would that I could
break my love-affair with time
and set my affections on
space instead.
Would that I could
overthrow the tyranny of numbers
and pledge allegiance to
native anecdotes.
Would that I could
tend an archaic affinity for the land
and so find the antidote
to my despair.
Perhaps you could alternatively title this, “A Lawyer’s Song.”
Have been out of pocket lately. Glad to be back and reading your words.