Stroke Them

Stroke Them

by Elizabeth Challinor

How often do we wish 

For what we dont truly wish?

But the wishing keeps us 


Distracting us

From what's missing


But if we deny the wish

It only grows in size

Does that mean that we are done?

And have no choice but to succumb

To the tantrums of our desires?

There is another way 

We can listen deeply

To what they have to say

Stroke them


Like a cat they tire

And watch them steal silently away

Elizabeth Challinor