Out Of Reach

by Adele Bender

This is the world we wanted
and the world we cradle in our palms.
This is the world we wanted,
where the children run and play
amongst the faded scribbles of pear trees in the orchard.
This is the world we wanted,
in which the Happiness of a summer gust
can be felt as it threads between your son's hair.
This is the world we wanted,
where the animals gently sniff the fallen acorns
of the great wilting oak tree on the hill
as a family gathers 'neath its wisdom,
picturesque on a checkered quilt.
This is the world we wanted,
the kind that settles as the sun falls
and as the night conquers.
This is the world we wanted,
and cannot have.