What if the hollow bones of anxious meddling crows held messages from the ether?
What if the irritated oyster’s pearl spat poison and melted in the diver’s hand?
What if glory?
What if the green light of cat eyes lasered and frayed instructions in our DNA?
What if baby’s first giggle is the only authentic sound we hear?
What if truth?
What if the avalanche roar echoed within the heft of mountains for ever?
What if the moon stuck in the night sky and the ocean’s tides stilled, never to move again?
What if peace?
What if our feet slipped sideways off the corduroy earth and left us lonely, hanging on lightning bolts?
What if human tears salted the clouds and the drenching rain fed the universe?
What if mercy?
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WHat iF the miRaclE of birTh iS the MiracLe of DeAth?
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And a poet, too?! It love these what-ifs and can relate to most of them. This is a piece I'll need to read and re-read - it's so stunning and poignant and true.
Compelling and passionate. I keep going back to read and reflect. Have you always enjoyed writing? You words are beautiful.
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