Only Two and a Half Thousand Years Old

I wish to be one with nature and the Cosmos
Like a Veteran Wiccan mixed with
Thutmosis’ deepest Priestess
An infant that frolics in forests and meadows
Palms filled with fresh Hydrogen Oxide from the middle
Of the Nile River
Sit back and watch the minnows
Grow to toads
Lift my nostrils to the eastern wind
Catch a breath of
Organic
Nitrogen
Oxygen
Mix
Minus the Carcinogen additives
Living to be a thousand years old
Who’s counting?
This reverie is my impetus