A familiar, magical time
and I immediately reach into the crevices of my mind-
what do I wish for?
But this time, no exact figment of thought
rushes to the front;
there’s no competition of ideas
jostling, wrestling for my attention.
Rather, my mind
or perhaps my soul,
is tired and sighs,
simply wanting everything to work out
and for things to be okay.
but when they’re not, they still must be written about…