IFs

If I could leave today I would

I’ll be at the peak of the mountain sitting by the edge of a cliff,

shouting my lungs out in the vast horizon of the lake overview

casting questions like what, how, and why.

Why me? “Why not?” should not be the next.  

If I could leave today

I’ll be out the streets wearing shorts and sneakers

scourging every nook and cranny for a story that needs telling

If I could leave today

I’ll be in a white room telling yore,

With blotting marker and tainted whiteboard,

drawing lines, drawing words, weaving stories

Telling these to little ears

If I could leave today I would

I’ll be out the door and will never come back,

Never again in the chair that never felt like mine,

 Never in the bricked floor that seems to say, “bore”

If I could leave today, I would

There’s just no point in staying

There is no use in waiting

You’re only wasting your time, wasting theirs, wasting days

Because you know, there is really no point in staying

If I could leave today

Why not?   

wind 

4/10/14