in a field of wheat
under a sun-dappled sky
wishes are made and released
happiness begged for and bargained with
there is someone right over there
wishing the same wishes
and if the world were fair
the currents would match up
and the directions would cease to be important

and as he wishes
and she wishes
he feels and sees the taste and smell of her need
and senses collapse into a confused jumble

but the wishes aren't for him
and he's left with the wheat
and the wind
left alone to wait for the next time
that they can wish together
and be joined by need, if nothing else