Wishing Well

Toss a coin into a wishing well…
It plummeted straight, no ricochet, seemingly endless in fateful silence.
The world stood waiting hesitant, fingers crossed, hushed breath expectant.
A sliver of moonlight, glinting snake-eyed, coldly smiling over my shoulder, lit it up a faint tumbling gleam as it fell helpless, into that arc of black water.

Memory trips an alarm, a charm-chain reaction recalls other pathways, other hopes billowing, echoing outwards…a churning cement mixer of conflicting emotions.
Glimpses of dull repetitive histories, recoiling, colliding, piling one curse high on another, only to thud against moss laden herring boned ancient brick walls.
Bastion earthworks, self-built protection, twin temple bells tolling might haves and could’ve beens.
Reverberations rebound toward the central impact crater, collision course coordinates, calculated and plotted.
Setting standing wave pulses that crash down through the decades, to land chaotic on my barren, teetering shoreline.
Safe haven’s unsure in such storm tossed seas of consequential karma.

We makes our choices, we takes our chances, one fateful throw of the die, a bleak reckless turn of the cards…survival a lottery…backing the nag in a desperation derby.
Eenie meenie miny moe…onto the bonfire you must go
House always wins, prestacked odds firmly against us, the only certainty along with death and taxes…there, but by the grace of god, go I.
And Lady Luck? Oh my, but God help us, She’s a fickle fool’s lover, a devious bitch with a playbook of her own making. 
Pile it all in, going for broke, double or quits, winner takes all.
The big time and this time there’s no way we can lose.
Til an unseen hand flips the third ace, sharp as a razor, slicing your throat with a smile and a leer.

Whatever devilment dwelt in that pitch of a coin into yesterday’s fathomless depths repeats bringing bile, to bite back unbidden. 
Faltering fortune on the highway to hell, shoes worn down to the nails and the nubbins trudging, begrudging along with the damned, all recollecting the very best of intentions.
We, life’s jetsam, smote by Fate’s fancy, floating directionless toward an uncertain landing.
A Tsunami of consequences threatening to drown us all in its wake, should we make one foolish misstep.
Heads or tails, win or lose, let’s be careful each day what we wish for.

Well that’s a strange little cautionary tale…loved playing around with the sound and the images…got me down to the river anyway…where it was beautiful.

Images and recordings Seajade

Have a good day, night wherever you are, Sea 😊🙏😘