The Wish

The Wish

When the day is cold

When the moon shines

Into the bedroom

Or was it the neighbor's

Porch light left on

Disturbing my thoughts

Into some crazy story

An imagination of complex

Nothing so much

The blankets are warm

Just placed a little less perfect

Around the room these things

All touched by ownership

Of false hands that seem to beg

It's the old wish returning 

As if some giant screw

Is turned with elemental  tools

Just wanting just needing

An ache a silent scream

Fingers rubbing the scalp

Scratching at the eyes

Unable to sleep with legs

That can't find their place

Yes the wish rides this old horse

Here are its reins

Just as a jump from the saddle

Announces by jostling it loose

Can someone please call this home

Barry G. Wick

Tonight

Tonight

The old embrace

Their place

Slumped in soft chair

Or on the edge of a bed

The only reminders

Of what was once

The wrapped arms

They held

Or held them

The starting furnace

Footsteps in a hallway

A flushing toilet

None are the air

Rushing through trees

Bounding in youth

With joyous screams

Through grass

All the minutes

Must be now alone

As an old head

Strains to blot the past

Away

Like blue ink spilled

On a white plain

Changed forever

Where clouds and sky

Imagined for seconds

Bring joy and pain

In remembrance

Barry G. Wick