Wishing Tree

So here we hang
on the wishing tree:
tied so lovingly (written
a little shakily).

You and me,
among the dangling
and clanging
of imagined tomorrows -
like the joys of a Christmas Tree.

The 'get well soon's,
the borrowed times,
the silent blanks,
the indecipherable symbols
all swaying and swaying

like a prayer in the wind.