If I were ...

If I were a month I’d be September (in the southern hemisphere)
If I were a day I’d be Sunday
If I were a time of day I’d be 4am
If I were a font I’d be Kristen
If I were a sea animal I’d be a dolphin
If I were a direction I’d be North
If I were a piece of furniture I’d be a feather bed
If I were a liquid I’d be water
If I were a gemstone I’d be a ruby
If I were a tree I’d be an oak
If I were a tool I’d be a spanner
If I were a flower I’d be an Inca Lily
If I were an element of weather I’d be the wind
If I were a musical instrument I’d be a saxaphone
If I were a color I’d be sunshine yellow
If I were an emotion I’d be gratitude
If I were a fruit I’d be a mango
If I were a sound I’d be laughter
If I were an element I’d be gold
If I were a car I’d be a 1965 Ford Shelby
If I were a food I’d be Spaghetti a la Puttanesca
If I were a place I’d be The Louvre
If I were a material I’d be bamboo
If I were a taste I’d be vanilla
If I were a scent I’d be musk
If I were a body part I’d be arms
If I were a song I’d be Bat out of hell, Meatloaf
If I were a bird I’d be an eagle
If I were a gift I’d be wrapped in tiger print paper with fluffy ribbons
If I were a city I’d be Paris
If I were a door I’d be fortress doors
If I were a pair of shoes I’d be long black leather boot
If I were a poem I’d be I Will Not Die An Unlived Life


I will not die an unlived life

I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire

I choose to inhabit my days

to allow my living to open me

to make me more accessible, less afraid

to live my life until it becomes a wing, a torch a promise

I choose to risk my significance

so that which comes to me as seed,

goes to the next as blossom

and that which comes to me as blossom,

goes on as fruit



Dawna Markova