What we want <br />is never simple. <br />We move among the things <br />we thought we wanted: <br />a face, a room, an open book <br />and these things bear our names-- <br />now they want us. <br />But what we want appears <br />in dreams, wearing disguises. <br />We fall past, <br />holding out our arms <br />and in the morning <br />our arms ache. <br />We don't remember the dream, <br />but the dream remembers us. <br />It is there all day <br />as an animal is there <br />under the table, <br />as the stars are there <br />even in full sun.<br /><br />Linda Pastan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-we-want/
