May it snow in San Francisco.
May the fishes talk to you.
May the sharks not eat people.
May the homeless have houses.
May you sleep in the clouds.
May your heart beat like a song.
May people not sweat in the summer.
May you swim in spaghetti.
May you travel in space.
May people not drown.
May your clothes glow in the dark.
When you get cut, may you not bleed.
May yams turn to hams.
May you be able to pick up a table with one finger.
May there be no guns.
May your world be full of shiny crystal pearls.
May your heart come out and see heaven.
– By WritersCorps students at Mercy Services
From the anthology “City of One” published by Aunt Lute Books
Poem of the Month: December 2010