Poem: The Wish

Where does the wish go

when nobody wins
the wishbone?

It is our future,
he said
so let’s both wish for it.
 

We wished

and we pulled,

but the top went flying

behind the fridge.

If we each got the same little piece,

did we each get our wish, 

or did nobody?

Is our future now soaring to new heights?
Or is it laughing at us
from behind the fridge?

Justine Frederiksen