Don*t get me wrong

I think rescue fantasies are part and parcel of the human condition.

Don*t get me wrong:

I*d still like to be carried off

By a knight on a white horse

To a castle

With a real moat

And drawbridge:

It appeals.

Don*t get me wrong:

I*d still like to be swooped up

On eagle*s wings,

Rescued and somehow tethered

To a final resting place

Which gives me

Final definition:

It appeals.

Don*t get me wrong:

The rescue fantasy

Is always there:

It sparkles

It beckons

It looms.

Don*t get me wrong:

It still appeals.

Don*t get me wrong.

It appeals

And appeals

And appeals.

Still

It appeals.

And still I know

I*m not home yet.