a great field of wishes before me, glinting in hope
should I blow them all at once
sending my life goals and dreams flying into the air?
should I kick them, tromping the wishes down to the green earth
skipping over them because I’m too caught up in life and work?
should I watch them, looking at their beauty, never daring
to make the first step of picking them up in my hands,
cradling them, and sending them off to the wind?
I sit in fields of wishes
and they tickle my face, my hands, my feet
and I wonder how I should begin