Lost Wishes
With a glimmer of hope to have them answered
In light-polluted skies
planes replaced our shooting stars
so we’ll hunker down on hill tops
to an open canopy of black
waiting till sunrise in vain
for rocks to fall and burn
up in our atmosphere.
.
Each year that passes
a distance grows from
our childhood memories
of a secret we kept when we
sang tunelessly at birthdays–
growing up meant cakes
no longer came with candles.
.
Bronze statues sit idle and tarnished
since the pump replaced the well
and as turning on a tap
brings crystal clear water
and as copper and nickel coins
no longer fill our pockets
the well remains dry of our tokens.
.
Open fields and parklands
have become a distant memory
and walks are now a rare occurrence
so with custom grass
freshly mown dandelions struggle to grow
and no seeds parachute delicately
across a pleasant zephyr.
.
In the days of animal husbandry
no food or meat was left to waste
and even the bones themselves
carried a heavy weight.
To break the fork evenly was good luck
but since we need not toil for our morsels
there is no need to eat these noble creatures.
.
Where do we turn for the wishes we desire?
do we put our faith in the predictable 11:11?
or hope all our lashes fall out?
do we buy wishes at the local market?
or do we hunt down lost folklore for a fix?
.
Our modern world has left us bereft
so now all we can do is throw coins into buckets
or wish upon a plane instead.
About the Creator
Michael Redgen
While distracted by cats and coffee, Michael writes philosophical poetry to help sooth his restless soul. With a unique grasp of universal metaphor and imagery, he writes in depth diverse topics of life that are both personal and relatable.
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