I want to clear some space, 
perhaps a little time too, if
I'm lucky. But I'd start with

space,

and see where it takes me.
It's a luxury, I know. Just
the thought of some room

        to breathe

and stretch, to widen my
arms and my stance, pan
up and out and back, gets

 the forces

coursing in my veins. Of
course, it's not enough,
thought. For that matter,

        to want

is not enough, still too
heady for the job, too
still. So I move. Space

clears.