If 6 were 3, I’d like to be all the things that you will see, if 6 were 3.
a hot air balloon floating towards the highest clouds,
a sailboat sailing the seven seas,
a rocket ship to the moon,
a locomotive breathing through the continental divide,
a ship on the south seas on course towards the southern cross.
a golden retriever with boundless pure love,
a bald eagle soaring the canadian rockies,
a red-tailed hawk gliding deep into a canyon,
a bluebird singing its morning birdsong,
a magyarosaurus for gentleness knows no size.
a flair of protons and neutrons on the solar wind to ignite the northern lights,
a camera on the hubble telescope gazing out through the solar system,
a rocket man exploring the andromeda galaxy.
a book of poems by John O’Donohue,
a symphony, a concerto, pearl jam,
a butterfly, a dragonfly, a firefly.
a magic window to spark imagination,
a light in the darkest night,
a student and teacher of life.
… but 6 is not 3, and all these things I cannot be for you to see, so I might as well be me, as you can see… i love you… pops.
*photo courtesy Pixabay