Wild

I am sorry

that I am not 

all the things you want

I will always be a little wild

and the yoke of domesticity 

will continue to slip

as I run off into the forest.

It is not in me to fix 

the dinner hour

or always remember 

to close the shades

or fill the gas tank

if the moon is up and lit

I am off 

down the street 

following the wind again.

I have done my best

to stay away from lightning 

while in the water

and that will have to be

sufficient caution

because when my blood

is up

I abandon the light switches 

and leave the clean laundry 

in the basket.