With closed eyes and a deep breath I bet I have scattered millions of these. Wishes carried in the wind.
I wish I was at home on the little farm. Under the chenille spread with the fan blowing. Lazy days.
I wish I was nine again running barefoot in the yard with snakes of dirt around my neck. Blackened feet and that could run over the gravel. Riding my old bike with the banana seat. Digging in the dirt with old spoons.
I wish my toes were in the sand and my hair was in tangles from the salt air.
I wish I was sixteen and sitting in the dugout, score book in my lap. Spitting sunflower seeds. Bat and helmets at my feet.
I wish I was sitting at my cafe in Germany watching the world go by. I can picture the cakes and pastries in the shop window that overlooked the rose garden. I can smell the roses. Homesick and lovesick.
I wish I was in class again. Climbing down the stairs to the dining hall. All girls. The corner in the library. The mailbox with letters from far away. Box 736. I still remember.
I wish I was sitting somewhere, anywhere with all of you. Stories and laughter and wishes...blowing into the Spring wind.
What do you wish for?