Write Whatever

When I sit to write whatever,

I am writing anywhere

but here.

Why not stand, instead,

and walk and run and jump

and get to anywhere that way?

Why not answer yes

when asked or pushed or pulled

or answer no, regardless?

Why not pray for peace and love

and a full-shelved

corner store?

Why not rip off all my clothes,

and softly wait

for anywhere

but here

to come?