The Fix

I get stuck—
so so so stuck—
in wanting
[fill in the blank].
For myself, my kids,
my friends, my community.
But by the time the miracle of
[fill in the blank]
arrives like a package
on my doorstep,
I’ve already chosen a new
[fill in the blank]
to pine after.
The arrival of the old wish
isn’t good enough.
Existence is found wanting.
The latest lack of
[fill in the blank]
is all I can focus on.
Everywhere I look,
I see brokenness that
[fill in the blank]
would fix.

Until intuition
takes over
like a second,
saner self,
saying,

“Shhhhhhh.
Shhhhhhh.
Shhhhhhh.

“Let phantoms slip from your mind.
Let your eyes rest
on true forms around you.
Let magic speak its quiet thought:

“Everything you need is here.”