Another Time

I'm wondering, what would you really like to do?

Right now, I'd like to lie on the sidewalk in the sunlight and write children's stories about monsters and stories about onions who play violin.

A man in a suit, a very, very nice suit, extends his hand to me and says "Another time, perhaps." Yes, another time. Today I'll take his hand again.


I'm really not much of a poet. But I think this is my poem this week:

Another Time


Tell me,
What would you really like to do?

I was thinking,
Right now,
What I'd like to do,
Is lie on the sidewalk,
Barefoot,
In the sunlight,
And write children's stories
about monsters,
Write children's stories
about onions
who play violin.

When I look up,
As I always must,
There stands a man,
A man in a suit
--a very, very nice suit--
Extending his hand to me,
He says

"Another time,
perhaps,"

And today,
I take his hand again.