What if I would have pricked all those
Pages of words & poems, written along
Each emotion lived in the rivers of water
Shed on rocks & pebbles, polishing each
One until it sparkles in the warmth of
Spring’s first rays, kneading it to its
Fancy as the stories of my book.
What if I would have used a needle
& thread to build a chain… perhaps
Take it on a hard spin for a tumble of
Phrases, a choreography of black & white…
Pages & words flowing together gracefully
Interlacing… intoxicating them to life.
All events yarned into one, using the
Euphoric with the dramatic…
Would that have summed up the life of
Each & everyone of us?
What if we could have selected & built
A pyramid of chosen fragments & created
Our vision, molded our dreams.
Yes, what if life was not about wishes
But for us to unravel with excitement
& curiosity of the… what now?