Imagine

Imagine juicy diamonds on our fingers the size of nickels and old polaroids on ourselves, hungry for some fresh film for capturing moments like the ones we have down by the river and in our backyard where we grow mammoth sunflowers and bowling ball melons. Think of walking through enchanted woods and discovering a creek abundant with golden nuggets and sapphires the color of our son's eyes. Shush - no hollering, those eyes are always watching us so let's dance in the living room to Elvis Presley and Johny Cash while the puppies bite at our ankles. I'll vow to always kill every red wasp that flies into our home uninvited and to never leave the stove eyes glowing cherry red, and even if the creek out back rises and floods the garden out I will not shed a single tear but only run out into the storm to dig trenches around it to guide it away. Imagine picking our own bouquets of aster flowes and bachelor's buttons and arranging them in glass pitchers along the mantle next to the geode collection so the waxy petals will contrast with the vibrant jewels and we can adore them both together on bad days when money runs dry like a cloudless afternoon. Imagine there is a Heaven and discovering we will not dare go without one another so maybe God will spare our little life's for his grand eternity someday over the translucent rainbows and glistening oceans and whispering meadows and hovering clouds.