Hello, my friends,

I wrote this poem last night. The line, “If I could love you,” popped into my head, and off I went. I didn’t write this with anything else in mind other than I felt compelled to make it lively and silly.

I am new to poetry and decided to follow my gut. I consider this growth on my part, not wanting or needing to understand exactly what this is about or why I felt compelled to write it.

“Trust your associations,” the poet Billy Collins says. That is what I did here and this poem emerged.

Happy last days of August. Wishing you all well.

If I Could Love You

If I could love you

I’d giggle and dance around the room

I’d hop from one foot to the other

Then race up and down the hall  

I’d jump up on the couch and bounce

Then land on the floor and do a somersault

If I could love you

I’d hoot and holler to the heavens

I’d grin from one ear to the other

Then belly laugh until my sides hurt

I’d head to the stage and sing  

Then bend down low and take a bow   

If I could love you

I’d kiss a butterfly and hug the wind

I’d cross my arms and hug myself

Then scurry to the top of a tree

I’d look far-off and crow

Then climb back down and find you