Choirs for Each

You want what you want
So badly, and yet
Fear it for you, too.
As words, we want to
Want what you want, too,

But we don’t want much,
If at all. We hang
A moment or two
In air, pressure waves,
Hand gestures, whistles,

Or we sit and wait,
We who also serve
As receptacles
Of need, your records
Of everything you

Wanted or wanted
To be, all your dreams
You wanted to keep.
For us, what could we
Genuinely wish?

We wish we could live,
Could slip off the page
Fly off through the air,
Winged words with our own
Choirs for each other.