Your Sunday Poem

This from Jane Hirshfield, from the July 2 New Yorker.  She's a wonderful poet, has more than several wonderful books of her poems out, in paperback, so please go discover her at your local bookstore.  "After," and "Given Sugar, Given Salt," are full wonderful things. Support your poets.  Buy one of their books today.

This Morning, I Wanted Four Legs

Nothing on two legs weighs much,
or can.
an elephant, a donkey, even a cookstove --
those legs, a person could stand on.
Two legs pitch you forward.
Two legs tire.
They look for another two legs to be with,
to move one set forward to music
while letting the other move back.
They want to carve into a tree trunk:
2gether4ever.
Nothing on two legs can bark,
can whinney or chuff.
Tonight, though, everything's different.
Tonight I want wheels.