playing god, if only for a moment by Cole Atkinsonif you wake up tomorrow
and find my bed empty and frazzled
with its own kind of morning breath,
look for me in the sky.
i'll be up in the clouds,
building my imaginary skyscrapers,
birthing an infantile nation
to fit in the palm of my starry-eyed heart--
playing god,
if only for a moment.
i'll be assembling scale-model futures
with nothing more than chewing gum
and a tuft of pocket lint.
if you find me there,
using the sun as my pillow,
don't write me off
as an unenlightened romantic.
but if you do,
don't worry--
i'll be up here in my sandbox
whenever you feel like dreaming. 04/11/2011 Posted on 05/01/2011 Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/15/11 at 08:57 PM I like seeing where a dreamer might go. Most enjoyable read. Thank you. |
Posted by Amy Manning on 07/22/11 at 09:44 PM I like your wording. And this is a lovely little thought you've expressed very well. |
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