A Trip To Wertheim
The penny dropped from
her hand
the first of three
into the wishing well
below
And she wished she could
stay
forever
she wished the sun
would never stop shining
would never stop warming
the smooth cobblestones
beneath her feet
but mostly
she wished she could stay
forever
An ocean away
stood the house
and its rooms
and its secrets
An ocean away
bred the discharge
the pus of dysfunction
An ocean away
very far away
And so mostly
she wished she could stay
forever
She gazed towards the
hill
way up near the top
and spotted the walls
broken
half there
half not
The stones of its existance
The stones of its existance
shone pale and pinkish
in the sun
of a new day
Smooth to the touch
warm and smooth
From the wide of the well
below
she gazed towards the
hill
Her feet followed the
gaze
uncontrolled
unbeckoned
they simply knew where to
go
They led her
unhurried
embracing the warmth
of the cobblestones
with every step
of little bare feet
up
towards the hill
She passed the quaint
shops
of cheeses
and fish
and breads
and things
She inhaled the
fragrances of them
of the river
its shore
its people
and their boats
She exhaled the venom
bred by the dysfunction
and the anger
and confusion
in the house
an ocean away
She felt herself become
clean
cleaner with every step
that led her
up
towards the hill
Alone she climbed the
pathway
steep and steeper
lined with the sisters
of the cobblestones below
warmed by the same sun
worn smooth by the same
wind
The change jingled in her
pocket
two pennies
one for the well above
and the other
for the well below
for on the way back down
back home
where she wished to stay
forever
Her hand ran along the
railings
little fingers
leading her up
up and higher
to the very top
and there she would enter
the broken walls
of the broken castle
Ah! but the dreams that
remained
honest
believable
living dreams
within those broken
stones
She straddled the wall
at the far side
sat precariously on it
One foot just inches from
safety
the other
playing with the air
between her toes
of the cliff
a thousand miles
straight down
She searched the horizon
for nothing important
just looking
just searching
for something
for nothing
Time passed slowly
upon the sunwarmed rocks
lazy and sweet
dripping with
insignificance
and curiosity
and little bare feet
swinging back and forth
The penny dropped from
her hand
into the wishing well
above
in the center of the
courtyard
where she counted
until she heard it fall
to the bottom
a long fall
a long count
And she wished again
the same wish
Then once again
back in the center of
town
she would drop the last
penny
into the well below
and wish yet again
as every day
three times
for the same thing
She would meet her
grandfather there
as every day
with open arms
a gleeful cheer
a small public display
unembarrased
unashamed
unstoppable
And from there they would
shop
for the meals
and the snacks
of the day
With her hand in his
they walked home
laden with bags
in the morning sun
her bare feet
caressing the warm
cobblestones
her eyes searching out
his face
He had only one
one look in his eye
no need for another
never
it was a matter of trust
An ocean away was
mistrust
broken and writhing
But here
with the wishing wells
and her grandfather
she was safe to dream
and hope
and smile
and to engrave in her
mind
deeply
the sights
and sounds
and smells
of the castle
the sun
the river
its shores
its people
and their boats.
Here
she could be clean
and happy
unbruised
woundless
strong
with her hand in his
her grandfather
with one face
the same every time
she looked into his eyes
Her bare feet
caressed the cobblestones
their simplicity
as they walked home
together
where she wished
a little wish
again today
that she could stay
forever
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