Herspective

It hurts my knees but I don't mind
Squatting to remind myself of you.
With so much standing in your way,
And crowding out your view, to huff
And fold your arms despairingly
And pout out loud seems reasonable enough.

To want things only half within your reach
Each simple seed of craving
Struggles to find purchase
From the lurching sponsorship committee:
Roll our eyes, slurp our lattes,
Part our ears from cell phones otherwise affixed
And answer, "Well, we'll see."

Not really, though, not much.
If we'd squat more often
To this fifty 'cent perspective
We might soften our rejective clutch
On age, and size, and rushing to be tall,
And recall: we do appear up here to have it all.