I Put On My Wishing Hat - by Anita

On this rainy Monday
   the door open
       the inevitable dream
              comes
           as peace washes
                  over me
             my heart on a limb

                 On this morning
            in the dark
                  out of bed
                     4 AM
                 Sumatra coffee
             I ground the beans
                  very fresh

                    I think
            that England is far
              Oakland is farther
                Santa Cruz
                    over the hill

               I put on my wishing hat
                     I could go there
                             sometime
                 when leg and feet working
                             as one unit

                     The sea of memory is deep
               Evie is growing by leaps and bounds
                     Owen is waiting for me

                   We will catch up

                      We will see the sunrise
                            as the rain hammers
                              
                 In all this
                         there is a pervading goodness
                                 I feel it
                              for me and thee.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg