THE WISHING WELL

Out of doors
at the wishing well
hearing a melody of birdsong
with her own predictions
in this poet's metamorphosis,
how we long to view
on a Friday of predictions
below a corridor of mirrors
a few jelly fish are swelling
in the tank as eons of time
with contradictions in the sun
telling us their future thanks
of wishing to be contented
as true starry-eyed chameleons.