On my way home
I stopped in the park on an impulse
For a flash, I thought I could wish for God
To hear me for once
I dropped a quarter down a well
Wishing savagely to be heard
Whether God be furious or lighthearted or amused
The whole time I prayed
My heart pounding like a timpani
A crescendo that could end in an aria
Or a fatal stroke signalling the end
The whole time I waited
Wondering how God would answer
Would I see a soaring bird?
A crash of thunder?
A delicate Monarch?
The whole time I danced
My limbs murmuring secrets
Lusty pirouettes
Encircling dreams
My coins never made a sound
As though there is no bottom to my wasting away in time
Mackenzie Littledale
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