Twice, I padded outside
Walked past my neighbor's house on the right
The street light at my back, but cupping my eyes with my hands anyway.
Craning my neck to look up at the sky
Waiting for my eyes to adjust, focusing in the dark
Wishing those wisps of clouds to go away.
Did you see me, first at just past midnight
Then four hours later, again
Standing in the middle of the street in pajamas and flipflops?
I was hoping to make a dozen wishes
But given old eyes, or too much manmade light, or cloud wisps
Only one was to be had.
It will have to do.
My footsteps were noisy, crunching acorns and leaves
On my way to the door, trying not to wake the dreamers.