Carry My Ambition

I cannot carry my ambition from

One room to the next. No sooner do I

Lift it to present it, it overflows

And ruins the tray it sits upon. So I

Am constrained to limit what I plan

To teaspoons, which, if I hold my breath

While gripping them in my palsied fist,

Are adequate to take what I conceive

From my battered kettle to the wind.

~ S.K. Orr