Wishing

Be careful of what you wish for. That one's always stuck in my mind. Maybe because of Edgar Allen Poe. Or maybe because I'm always wishing for something. Wishing on an eyelash, wishing by a well, wishing on red vans and black cars...all the time. I stand in line, she's sitting on her shelf (all by herself) and we are waiting.

I have spent so long anticipating that I have almost forgetten what it is like to have. To see, touch, smell rather than dream and wonder and wish. Have you ever noticed how life is just a series of anticipatory moments, its like this big dress rehearsal, we are all running around, getting stage directions, prompters, lights, dress, hair, make-up- everything in place- for that one big moment. The opening night of our lives. We cross our fingers hoping that this one, God let this one be the one big hit of my life so I don't need to go back to wiping tables at the local coffee shop....We wish, all the time and stare at the half empty glass of water and dream of it bubbling with champagne.