What If

Scottish horses with winter coat, perhaps dreaming of summer gallops.

Isle of Mull, Scotland

What If

6/23/10

Dreams can start this way

letting horses of imagination gallop

into territory called 'The Unknown'

adding visual details to intuition,

a feeling emerging from soul,

as intellect fleshes out possibilities

in attractive and unattractive ways

while discerning worthiness of endeavor,

it's potential teeming with life

whether ever manifesting or not,

then there's exercise of wondering

what living would be like

if regrettable times were reversed

some stupid thing, said, done,

further still, wishing something impossible,

conjuring notions never to be

yet curious about different scenarios,

like Dad laughing, walking, talking,

asking 'What if he lived?'