Can you keep a secret?

Can you keep a secret?
I know where there is a wishing tree…
Wishes are added every morning…
And taken before the sun goes down.

Wishes float all around this magic tree…
Like notes with the maestro in the center….
Conducting the smooth rhythm…
Steering the orchestra away from thunks and clangs…

Once there, it is not hard to make a wish…
Simply adjust your paws…
Light a candle of thanksgiving…
And place it on a branch.

But you will need to believe that wishes are real…
Recognize their sweet smell…
Let them take you to unusual places…
Be prepared for a dip and a swing.

Okay, here’s the secret…

The wishing tree lies in the empty in-between spaces…
The ones within a conversation, a stroll, or an act of love…
It is fear and doubt that make it difficult to see…
But it is always there, all you have to do is, stop, savor the moment, and then make a wish.

I love you,

Annie