There was mention of things about unsated ambition and presidency,
curing human conditions and sealing hunger in cork and clayed jars,
marking pathwork and casting footsteps trod in mud for posterity's sake,
charting courses and arcs and orbits amongst celestial bodies
like mother writing yellow paper glue backed notes and sticking them
in your backpack so you can know what to tell Ms. Neely when
she's ready to take you home because it's not a sleepover,
and I hung my head a little lower because
all I wrote was the word
wanderlust.
