Make a wish, she said
I looked at her, mildly alarmed but mostly amused
I walked on, rather nonchalantly
She caught up with me and said yet again,
make a wish, this is for real!
Barely proof enough for me to believe
And yet, I smiled to myself, a shade bemused
What would I seek, if this was no fantasy but the truth?
I felt her tip-toe hurriedly behind me
make a wish, she said, for this is no irony!
Does one ever expect such a thing outside of fairy tales, I thought
I slowed down just a bit, unconsciously confused
What do I seek, if this is indeed true
I could hear the cracking of twigs as she ran along
make a wish, she said. There must be something that you hold close to you!
I tripped over a stone, walking passively deep in thought
balanced myself with my hand that was now mildly bruised
What do I seek, I asked myself yet again
She was smiling now, by instinct I knew
make a wish, she said, as contentment in her tone brew
A vacation to Turkey or an endless supply of treks
A vivacious house in the hills perhaps?
A business of my own, as I’ve always wanted
To travel to all places, far and wide maybe?
all of these sounded so menial even in thought, myself I judged
Or good health for myself and those I love
Or a kinder, peaceful and more forgiving world, along the way I trudged
No covid and climate change perhaps?
The ability to unconditional love spread
And yet, too unquantifiable and ideal, my heart said
Lost in thought, to find an answer that was simple and yet so deep
Make a wish, she announced, hastily nudging me now
I trembled a little, finally knowing what it is I seek
She grinned at me, preparing to leave. Did she know already, and how?
So I wished for ‘you’, as she took off this land
And then I woke up. But the bruise was still on my hand.