If the world was glass, I would shatter the clouds.
I would holler “look out below!”
as I fractured their majesty
into
falling snowflakes.

Then I would lay with you,
in the strawberry fields by the ocean,
and at last see the sky clearly.

If the world was glass,
I would tie soap to my shoes and polish the oceans.
Make them clean as pure diamond,
and the waves would glitter
under the light of the sun.

Then I would walk with you across them,
those waves like mountains.
Atop them we could sit and admire the calm
and I would name the new mountain ranges
after you.

I did not intend this to be a love poem
when I sat to write it-
but so things go between you and I.