At Last to Wake

If I have five minutes for life,
I will live without memories.
I will be pure as light,
as clear as water,
full of sound,
blue as a shadow.
If I have time
to see a thousand days,
I will compose a poem
and thread beads around my heart,
find doors to places
that belong to themselves.
And if I live six decades,
I will build a house
and fill it with children,
and create a garden
where the light never leaves,
and the wind
creates songs,
gathered from the world.