wish

I look upon you 
like a star in the sky
wishing upon you

as you shine 

wishing for your path

to connect to mine 
in good fortune

I am folding my hands

I am closing my eyes

I wish that your movement

would deliver the world into 

vibrant justice 

into 

technicolor peace 

into 

another season

of bittersweet joy 

into bursts of flowering change

good shot down is so blatant I now understand why we separate the physical and the metaphysical, because this starkness feels like a sign that only comes when we are faster asleep than we ever could have imagined

I must unfold my hands

I must open my eyes

For surely I have been wished upon

Surely I am someone else's star