Something Wonderful I woke up with this feeling that I do not want to shake. I’ve nurtured it throughout the day, I have to stay awake. It is tenuous and fragile, like a wave without a wake. Like a poignant tune, sung none too soon, exclusive for my sake. Something wonderful is coming, I will try to tell you more. Something imminent and wanted, of that I’m doubly sure. Something wished for in a moment with a heart full, singly, pure. A forgotten note, sent out with hope, is coming back ashore. Like a chest of gold, now lost at sea, I’ve not recovered yet. Like inheritance from unknown folk, I haven’t claimed to get. Like a winning prize, for which I can’t remember having bet. Endowment unknown, nature unknown, bearer I’ve never met. Something wonderful is coming, I will try to tell you more. Something imminent and wanted, of that I’m doubly sure. Something wished for in a moment with a heart full, singly, pure. A forgotten note, sent out with hope, is coming back ashore. It could be friendship, love or itch; it is coming, no pretences. Something that I’ve wanted, yet my sight, a fog dispenses; but blanketed mist that calms the sea, perks the other senses. Open to receive, now as I breathe, certainty condenses. No question of deservedness, no thought of future due. No question of my ownership, and wish to share with you. No question of the circumstance, I’ll take its being true. No question of a deity, or means its coming through. I cannot stay awake much more, my nurtured thoughts are waning. I’ve circled through this feeling, fine, without a simple naming. Resolve and hope can vaporize when thought refuses taming. I’m ready for sleep, restful and deep, in certain mental framing: Something wonderful has landed, I will lullaby to moor. Something precious, dear and wanted, of that I’m triply sure. Something wished for in a moment with a heart full, singly, pure. A forgotten note, sent out with hope, has dreamt its way to shore. © Sean G. O’Leary Mar. 2023
