Georgia Douglas Johnson, "Wishes" (1927)
By Georgia Douglas Johnson
I’m tired of pacing the petty round of the ring of the thing I know—
I want to stand on the daylight’s edge and see where the sunsets go.
I want to sail on a swallow’s tail and peep through the sky’s blue glass.
I want to see if the dreams in me shall perish or come to pass.
I want to look through the moon’s pale crook and gaze on the moon-man’s face.
I want to keep all the tears I weep and sail to some unknown place.
Published in The Crisis, April 1927