WishingWell Ⅲ

 I wish

but there is no telling

that I’ll be granted a star.

I wish

but I am an adult

wishing is a childish

construct & I don’t want to be seen

as a child.

I wish.

I stop to consider

if the stars

are a part of the heavens

if so, would I be pursuing the hunt?

Killing two birds with one stone--Saying

a wish, that’s intentionally recited like a prayer.

I wish

but sometimes I grow cluttered

with how my voice should go

either be; a muttered whisper or more affirmative.

I wish,

sometimes I’m not even sure 

if I’m wishing correctly,

there should have been a manual

to read as a child

so that I don’t wish so awkwardly

or perhaps even a manual

so that I could have avoided being

a child,

so clumsily