if given the chance

if it was sunny
i’d loiter on the front
porch dressed only in
darkness as breezes
set birch leaves aquiver
while a slowly setting
sun cast long shadows
stretching to the east.

if given the chance
i’d linger a moment
standing in cold rain
happy and oblivious
like birds on the lawn
pecking at something
i can’t possibly imagine
just beneath their beaks.