Can You Imagine?
Jennifer Angelina Petro
Who would ever tell autumn leaves
They really should have stayed green?
Sure they were born all manner of greens—
Supple, minty, luminous shades;
Can you imagine a moment knowing
You were golden inside even though outside
You had always presented otherwise?
Can you imagine the terrible joy?
Can you imagine new colors beginning
To show and spreading to the tips
Of your fingers, without being able to stop them?
Imagine you were really a fire of purple
And blazing red, imagine you ingested
Bits of the sun and now bloomed orange
And lemon and vermillion,
Imagine reminding everyone of apple cider
And hay bales, and mazes made of corn fields.
Can you imagine?
Can you imagine opening enough
To include the miraculous?
Can you imagine what it is like to realize
Once you discover who you really are
That you have to let go of root and branch,
And leap into the wind, swirl onto rivers
And streams, and dance into the wild,
Blue, accepting sky without knowing
Where you will land?