winkle

Imagine

Imagine there was no sky
would the sea be blue and would the air now be black
would there be a wonderful red yellow spectrum set against
that black, black, silvery black at the beginning of a new day,
would there be a skeptical moon beam piercing our long, still
evenings with trickling traces of technicolour dream.

Imagine there were no trees.
would we be content with our buns relaxing leatherbound under
the ceiling of a scraper lobby within a concrete jumble distracted by
the whizwhiz of street lights,
the mumbled rambling shadows of the habitual street people,
the faint spiralling whisper of a grey smoke cloud
and the 'thankfully' distant echo of an emerging siren.

Imagine there was no US
Trees could stretch out their stunted branches and roots to yawn life
giving breath every morning without fear of passing plane or neighboring building,
They could patiently await an intermingling with Sky and a wonderfully
whimsical and colourfilled love affair filled with a fruitfilled frangant romance.
Blades of grass could relax in a powerful faith that they won't be
crushed under the flippant stride of a carefree whistling stranger.
Apples could dangle juicefully happily until the development of
maturity that allows them to brace themselves with a knowledge of
how to land softly upon a leafy carpet.
Bees could store as much golden honey with a maternal pride without
the fear of the regular 'snatch n' grab' by a white glove cloaked with
choking smoke.

If there was no me
I would not be writing upon dead tree,
I wouldn't have the eyes to see or to motion capture weeping images
of regret which now overflow the cup holding my active imagination.

Posted 12/31/01