field of wishes

I am standing in a field full of wishes

waiting for them to come true.

One whole year ago

I stood in this very same field

and blew my dreams into the sky.

Did I anger the world somehow?

Did I invoke the wrath of some unknown force that is now

forcing me to accept

that my hopes still linger in open air?

I guess the only plants that grew

are the ones I nurture in my mind:

the fruits of my labour

the fruits of my desire

the fruits of my dreams.

The landscape before me is barren, 

for though it is teeming with green life

I now know that the seeds I wish to sprout

will never grow.