Wishful Thinking

Wishful thinking

My thoughts are full
of wishes this morning

Not all of them
Large, or unlikely


I wish
the September sun would warm
enough for my fingers to
play tunes at the farmers market
That the $85.
I think I may still be owed
would come in
before the
micro burst of dental bills

I wish fervently, with a little desperation even
That the young tenants will be able
and willing
to keep paying rent


I visit the
ever present wish
close to my heart,
for requited love
maybe today . . .

And upon hearing the morning news
Send out a fierce wish,
closer to a curse
For a dose of justice to the
Self satisfied powerful who
Could do with a year or two of poverty
For a revelation among
Industrialists
Perhaps as they stand in flooded homes
Or on some private, oil ravaged beach
that maybe the planet is more important than
profit

As I wish,
dreaming,
drinking coffee,
Thanks be, I circle back
To smaller wishes
For sun on a day
when it is promised
For good food
and music
Which I can make with
only the tiniest
divine intervention