MAYBE

Maybe if my life crawled

Slow enough to trace the Earth

And come back to the beginning

Still beating, still burning

More than June’s screaming sun

Maybe if my heart was as proverbial

As one mentioned on many a beloved poet’s page

And attentive eyes studied its rhythm

Sometimes slow, sometimes none at all

Forever living far beyond its allotted time

Maybe if my hands

 touched the bark of the oldest tree,

that has offered more breath

than my lungs will ever struggle for

stronger than the storming centuries it stood up against

Maybe if my eyes came alive

Like a city weekend night

And I were somewhere breaking the speed limit

On the fastest way to not here

Enjoying every unfamiliar turn

Maybe if time would stop stealing

my side of the bed

And leave me with a little room and proper rest

If each hour were as soft and kind as my favorite pillow

I wouldn’t mind its company and I’d be better for it

Maybe…

If I were all these things

I wouldn’t be me.