My Miracle Jar Poem by Mark Heathcote

I shall put my small collection?
Of comets into a cookie jar
Pretend I have a connection
With the universe; near and far….

I shall whisper my problems,
Then ask that they'd all be fixed.
Before fastening starry almonds
With an airtight-lid affixed.

I shall imagine a universe
Is within my grasp granting wishes
I shall dial the stars - transverse
With dreams crosswise, inauspicious…

But when awoken! I shall know.
When all my hopes have eroded,
That something, even a small embryo
Of an idea has been embraced.