I Wish

I wish
X. I want Y. Why can’t I

Z. Yet each wish
has tumbled like stone

down the mountain.
More and more I

watch instead of scramble after the stones.
I do not really want

to search for X.
Finding Y

no longer interests me.
I am almost ready

to help other climbers who are still wishing
find their lost stones

until they, too, come to the pass
where they would rather

watch than find.

Almost

I have one wish
lodged so deeply in my pocket
it is unable to spill out
and tumble like stone
down the mountain
and it lies so deeply and tightly inside
I cannot pull it out
or ever fully know what it is