Latent Wonderings
What if mine eyes were trained to see
the eyes of God watching me.
What if my pupil were old soul in young orb
or my budding muse was more inquisitive.
What if I were schooled to be seen
and heard, with grammatically correct words.
What if my chores consisted of travels, via
books; with landscapes and minds to enrich mine.
What if choreographed moves to piano tunes were
another of my chores, before evening walks by the sea.
What if I was told fresh air was comparable
to God's breath, and morning was first gift.
What if giving or sharing were expressed
as voluntary instigator of blessings.
What if I was made to see all races of us; young and
old alike, as students and teachers until our last breath.
What if I was shown the beauty of converse
no harsh words of course... I'd C all A's and Bees.
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