There’s a wish outside my window
growing taller every day.
If there were no pane between us
I would blow it all away.

A thousand tiny paratroops
alighting in the breeze,
sailing off on their deployment
with a gentle sense of ease.

Understanding their assignment.
Executing it with grace.
Floating effortlessly onward,
landing, each in their own place,

A where the hard work can begin,
to change, to seed, to grow, to try.
To fulfill their tiny destinies,
without ever asking why.

There’s a wish outside my window
I can see it, clear as day.
If I could breathe right through the pane
I would blow that wish away.