Wish
In my dream, my car is an aquarium.
I’m on the hood, prone, looking in,
wondering how I could ever drive again.
It’s evening, my interior lit with tropical fish
& desire for a new life. I didn’t know
I was this tired. I place my forehead
against the windshield, close my eyes, & wish
for you know what. In the beginning, friend,
every word was a dreaming plant or animal
until our traffic changed everything, but something
seems to be happening for the better, now,
if only it’s not too late. I fall asleep
against this glass until I wake, a few
guppies & angels convulsing in the drying soul
of the world until our ecstasy, &/or our end.
~ William Heyen