Do you think if I hit the bell,
it’ll open up a portal to you?
That’s what I’d wish for, in this wishing well
that occupies one space
but is in two places at once.
I wonder, will you hear the bell ring?
I think you would, and you’d know it was me
because who else
would use up every spare penny in their purse
to try,
on the off chance that you’d be passing by
on your side
and discover its peal?
You might not see me,
but you’ll still see me.
My image, try after try,
my pout every time I fail,
my delight when it finally hits.
It may not open an actual portal,
but maybe, for now,
this is enough.
Enough for us both to cling to,
until our paths shift indefinitely
onto the same track.
Treeshallow Musings 