Standing in a vast field
row-upon-row of carrots
green-tops touching the horizon
I pull just one.
I pull just one and
put it on the end of a stick.
Out of reach.
From that moment,
perhaps for the rest of my life,
it’s What I Want.
It’s a carrot on a stick
and it’s a rod for my back
and it’s What I Want.
I have exchanged freedom and opportunity
for a little one thing
that is beyond me..