It is late dusk. The tall pines are
silhouettes against the fading light in a sky still streaking purple with a
tinge of pink. Soon all color is gone and the first star appears. Star light. Star
bright. What wishes I had as a child. To be a ballerina. A silly wish as there
was no money for ballet lessons. To have a doll house. I did get that wish. Not
the big dollhouse I saw in the department store toy section, but a dollhouse.
My wishes now are different. Health
for family and continued love and security. Perhaps some rain to cool off this
muggy night. And a breeze to chase away the mosquitoes which are not repulsed
by the citronella candles.
crickets and tree frogs
are they singing or wishing
on a star?
Bottle Rockets, summer 2015
