Clouds of wishfulness
crowd the crescent moon's glow,
dimming earthbound light;
darkened ocean laps the shore
haphazardly as dreamers stroll
casually unaware of any urgency.
Casting wishes to stars in hiding
behind the looming clouds,
dreamers muse on someday,
mythical someday,
when their dreams come true.
Deep rumblings overhead
send the dreamers scurrying
toward the distant park pavilion,
the safety of its stone walls.
As rains sweeps down, lightning
strikes spectacularly, splitting
a small tree in two, decisively.
Windswept clouds lose their forms
and density as gray light brightens
to lavender, then golden pink,
rays enhancing the forlorn tree,
no longer strong and growing.
As rising sun illuminates
the dreamers see more clearly.
Their someday lies not far away
but within the power of their making.
Someday is today.
Ms. Marvel
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