In learning to expect the unexpected

With all of its nuances as life is inflected

There it is waiting to be quietly reflected

With all of its magic mysteriously injected

I see the genie has somehow been let out

To sparkle in anticipated joy and maybe doubt

Three wishes are the limits of vanity

In  awe of the limits of timid sanity

Three wishes could never be enough

And it isn’t that I need a whole lot of stuff

But, that I would wish the world to keep turning

And children to be playing and all of us learning

Until one day we could all have found our peace

And that overly worked genie might be released