My desire br is always the same; wherever Life br deposits me: br I want to stick my toe br & soon my whole body br into the water. br I want to shake out a fat broom br & sweep dried leaves br bruised blossoms br dead insects br & dust. br I want to grow br something. br It seems impossible that desire br can sometimes transform into devotion; br but this has happened. br And that is how I've survived: br how the hole br I carefully tended br in the garden of my heart br grew a heart br to fill it.