I wish for you a patch of blue, however small,
a climbing vine in a clay pot against the wall
and the sound of unfettered water somewhere close,
the ancient signature tunes of radios,
peace drizzling through tree canopies with the starlight.
I wish for you to trust the rivers out of sight,
the justice of the harvest and the golden barge,
the trapped beauty in the smallest things found at large,
the serendipitous kindness of the offhand -
the same across the seven seas and every land,
the spirit of the endless urn and sacred fig
the eternal looping of the small with the big.
I wish for you to know this in your veins and bones
that you are you and I am me in all time zones.