my fare, lady?

you ever imagine
alternate possibilities?

what if we could breathe in space?
what if our feet were springs?

i do that sometimes. alternate my possibilities.

maybe you and i met
on a booze cruise and you could not
pass me up. (and that wasn't just the margaritas talking.)

what if peace was not a 4-letter word?

what if campfires cooled us down?

it's sorta pointless to wonder.
but i wander off the point all the time.
turn here. spin a circle.

there's a small
dirt trail in a corner somewhere
& i just know

it could drag me off to adventure.

what if, when you left,
i followed you?