Wishing Well

If I was trapped on an island with no appreciable way off

Two flares launched and no one looking

Sitting alone with nothing but cold nights and an open calendar

No more tears, but one more dream clad quarter

I’d flip it into the salted fountain backing me into my new corner

Heads or tails it really doesn’t matter because my search and rescue is iffy / iffy

And my feet are dug deep into the cold edges of the universe

Shells cutting my ankles deeper than the beaches shackles

One more night scratching hash marks into the cave wall

No volleyball to make friends with, only one wish to make as the waves hit

Goodbye George, we will never meet again

Your sacrifice was noble and I shall mourn your death

I’m sure some creature will be delighted with your company

As was I with all your possibilities, I’d surely flip a coin for every fish

To have its wish and make the ocean a shimmering gift

For as they say; if fishes were wishes, we’d all cast nets

And now I’m casting and hauling in my wish again

Upon stars, upon quarters, upon lights I imagine

Sounds of boats that get me up at night screaming for my savior

Even when I know it’s just the whales

Oh good night solitude, goodnight stars, I’m too tired to count you again

For I have dreamed my dream, and wished my wish

As I toss my quarter into the blue abyss, and the words echo from my lips

I wish for; perseverance