Day 183: Wishing Wells

While walking past many a things we wish for many days, I like the metaphorical idea of a wishing well. Someplace where we draw wishes, some are short term and only about the day and some long term. What is most interesting about them is that a lot of these wishes are drawn from memories of something else, something good or bad that we have lived. We have all had these realities in life in no uncertain terms and we have all lived through these memories. The concept of "wishing well" explores this need to look back at the things that come & go, between things we have but keep longing for in our mind and sometimes about those that have never left our side. I like to think that even though we wander, our journeys are more than just round trip pins on a maps, more than to(s) and the from(s). For now I look at those wishing at these wishing wells, these resting places of memories as they create a new day. I wish for stories to write about some nights and this probably reflects one of them.

Wishing Wells
Find me more stories to tell
As I sit across from the wishing well
And wait for time to draw memories
Wishing for wishes to turn to realities

We are drawing from the bag of things we heed
Looking desperately at best for the things we need
In between the memories that have come & gone
And wishing by the wishing well, for the ones we long

Travelers of destinations unknown, take a pause
While being stuck in between the to(s) and from(s)
Write in your travel diaries of stories of the day
Looking for memories that were kept on a page
                                         & yet never meant to stay

We are all wanderers at best, wishing for whatever maybe
For quiet sleep some nights & waking up to no mysteries
We draw from wishing wells, of memories we get to keep
And the ones we know we have lived, in no uncertain realities.

Our wishing wells are sometimes larger than the sea
                                                            longer than most journeys
They are unconfined, unbound in their ways, they are whatever
                                                                  we wished for them to be.