What If?

​What If? 
 
What if
I could think without manipulating my thoughts
and just let them tell me why they have come to me?
 
What if
I could let my feelings express themselves freely
             without trying to attach them to something else?
 
What if
my wishes were not embedded in the future
but kept me focused on what’s happening right now?
 
What if
I could listen as I imagine a poet
listens to the sounds of nature surrounding her?
 
What if
I could see things as I imagine an artist
looks at something that has captured his attention?
 
What if
I could touch things as I imagine someone does
who isn’t afraid of belonging everywhere?