I Am Desire

• Lucy Wang, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

An ode to our existence of woe
desolate; obstinate
Where the ardour to be one
is as great, as Mystified as the
desire to be the Other
Where the Patient satisfaction of the
constant life is alike
to the tempest of the daring

If I were to cast my eye
upon the yet undiscovered realms
Distinguishing grass, weed, flower
- bloom - and yet -
Where I would find that the ardour to
be the weed is as the
desire to be the flower
singular; undiminished