A WISH
I wish I could reach into the air ,chip a piece and keep it in jar. I’d wake up and stare at it, I’d call it Espera
My beautiful little Espera.
At night espera would wake me with her little whispers asking to be let out of her jar, why? I asked
This is your home, why do you want to leave? Just for a little while she says I promise to return to you, reluctantly i let her out of her little container, I watch her wisp out through the window, blending into the air around, and I’d waited anxiously, seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours till she returns safely to me, until i can feel her and hear her little whispers. With a sigh of relief I’d seal her up. My little espera.
You see I love routines, it puts me at ease when I know what’s going to happen in the at all times , surprises are a disruption I can’t and will not stand for. My little espera understands that you see that’s one of the many reasons I cherish her , she leaves for a little while and always returns without fail, my little espera.
But today she isn’t back yet, she should be back by now why isn’t she here? Espera where are you my little one?
Feeling her wisp past me quickly, looking bigger than she left, I inquired about her whereabouts and she said nothing, not even a whisper. Nothing.
It is time for espera’s nightly breeze, I can feel her waiting anxiously for me to let her out of her little jar, I don’t want to but I fear if I change our routine it will disrupt our life’s and i would hate for that to happen, slowly i walked towards her, begrudgingly I let her out, watching her flow, dancing out though the window and into the night sky….
Again she returned even bigger, quicker with an emotion I didn’t comprehend…….. anger? but why? I’ve given her everything she wants, why would she be angry at me?
Suddenly a sharp ringing pierced through my ear, almost shattering my ear drums, disoriented and confused I looked around
Suddenly I felt it, a breeze.
Not the one I’m familiar with,
No! I yelled running towards what’s mine , i ran towards her, stepping on shattered glass barely feeling the pain, anxiously looking around
oh dear god please let her be safe in her jar but she wasn’t.
Espera???!!
Espera I yelled again and again ,
Answer me espera. Please……
She’s gone , her jar shattered, our routine disrupted, Gone from her home , from me.
Espera didn’t wait for me , she didn’t stay with me. My little espera. Why did you leave me?…………
So elegantly written