If I could time travel,
I'd be here one minute and gone the next.
I dance naked on the lawn at 63rd and Penn
And vanish like a ghost just as
They would come for me.
I'd swim on the shores of Waikiki,
Touch every standing stone at Carnac France.
I'd pose alone and tiny
On the giant stones of the Trilithon at Baalbek
And wave Bon Voyage to every ship
That departs west from the rocky roughs of Hebrides,
And then I would sit
Up high on the cliffs above your head,
And blow kisses down on you
Until the rings of Saturn melt
And every moon is blue.

-jenn