The sun makes a lazy attempt to shine
And gives up the ghost,
Returns to its bed of pillows, goes back to sleep.
I would lay my head back down, too, if I could
On a pillow that was always cool,
And delve into dreams that don’t make me whimper
and throw elbows,
Protecting myself in nocturnal sojourns that I don’t remember,
If I could. Who knows….maybe I can.
I would wake refreshed , stretch long limbs
Like an elastic cat, kiss the stubbled cheek of a healthy him
And roll to my feet, loose, like a boxer ready for the bell,
Ready to fight
For my daily dose of peace of mind
Amidst the pieces of my mind,
If I could. Who knows…maybe I can.
I would journey out of this half world,
Hobo pack hitched up on shoulders that would put Atlas to shame,
Stuffed full of intention and ambition, integrity and gratitude,
A patchwork of all that I would like to be
Travelling the path of my own making, forged through a jungle
Choking itself on the mundane, I would climb the trees to the sun’s front door
And ask it to come out and play,
If I could. Who knows…maybe I can.
I would put yesterday’s mistakes into a box and label it
“Lessons Learned”
And put them away in the back of the closet;
I would put today on a pedestal and stand like a bastion before it,
Feel the wind tickle hair tendril hellos on my neck, slap some color back into my face
And drink in the two-toned spring light,
If I could. Who knows…maybe I can.
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