Poetry: Wishes
WISHIN’ AIN’T ASKIN’ “WHEN?”
Skies’r darker out here
where the forest begins
n’stars’r brighter
the past few months
it seems to me
peacefully comfortable
amongst wildflowers and nightime
my earthly kin
God tell me his name
I’ll say it outloud
then I will whisper it in self-refrain
makin’ his name n’my breath
one
delivered into a black hole
that I imagine
has our names over its metaphysical door,
In response
the heavens shot back
a star
fired hot white
across its celestial canvas
piercing the backdrop of ink blue
a sign
perhaps
from God His Ownself.
I see my chance
I hang a wish
on my universal gift
attachin’ a single tear
as a symbol
of my urgency
before
my heart sends it back
with a wish.
So not to cause the Almighty to think
I’ve lost more faith’n I already have…
So not to be messin’ up cosmic plans
made apart from any consultation with me…
So not to break my promise of
not askin’ “When?”
A wish I send…
Hell,
a wish won’t hurt nothin’
I imagine
and…
wishin’ ain’t askin’ “When?”
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