I can make you swallow hard, unexpectedly, but

let me be soft right, exactly now.

Turn on the radio.

Let’s listen to some interview on the public broadcasting system.

Listen until we are bored enough to

assemble our very own Ways and Means Committee.

Our tax dollars, after all.

I espy, with mine little eyes, four seagulls a’lit on the roof

across the way.

Framed between the two distant buttes of land wrapping the water

into the body known as the Sound.

And, I have naught to say, yet I say it anyways.

And, still, I can count crows like sticks and tea leaves.

My grandmother taught me:

One for sorrow

Two for joy.

Three for boys.

Four for girls.

Five for me

Six for all.

The way when you see a bale of hay you must

make a wish and look away.

A pink and blue sky is a wishing sky.

Not to be confused with the racket of space star ordering and wishy thinking.


Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

4 thoughts on “”

    1. Howling at “mine scans at least.” Funny what can come to scan when you have only ever heard it thusly. Giggle. Pleased said lines pleased. Bodies of water seem to resonate. Xx. (Eleven always was my number).


  1. 1 for sorrow,
    two for joy.
    Three for a girl,
    four for a boy.
    5 for silver,
    six for gold.
    7 for a secret, never told.
    eight’s a wish
    nine’s a kiss.
    ten is a bird you must not miss.
    But, yeah. Love ‘makes wish…look away’ etc.

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