If you are granted
three wishes, make the first wish
infinite wishes
Nothing in fine print
should prevent you from taking
all that you require
No one in this life
gets what they require—that’s why
wars begin with war
No cease fires here
nor other tinderboxes
set to light with light
Sunlight that falls on
your face took millions of years
to reach your fragile
Then interrupted
by a passing cloud which took
a second to form
For my second wish
I would like perhaps to take
my first bad wish back
Echoes of the spheres—
regret makes it possible
for the earth to turn
Maybe it turns back
gets tired of its direction
every now and then
When calendars end
our only recourse is to
stop a horse midstream
Which it found a way
to step within more than once
tired of its crossing
Across galaxies
only one thing can travel—
dim radio song
If there were no eyes
we could not see the sound made
when strung together
Like this like that like
this like that like this like that
like this like that and
Infinity smiles
it makes nothing not a sound
in love with itself
And its productions
of time quietly humming
within the bottle
