I Wanted: An Old Poem Revised for the New Year

I Wanted

I wanted the whole moon

white where it is, blue how it falls.

I wanted the earth,

collapsing and folding.

I wanted the ocean to rise

and unberth us.

I wanted the loudest thing

in the morning light

to be my heart,

still beating. 

The short break

in a long poem.

The glass to stop

breaking.

Trespass.