in another universe, i am waking up to lavender birdsong.
grand, gracious oak trees spread their branches from the cavities of the earth
and i don’t have to worry about cavities on my teeth, or the inches of my waist.
i can have as much honey as i want.
the sky is purple, but the kind of purple you see on lilacs in a field
garnished gold by the early morning sun
as you drive by a wheat farm on the way to mars.
in another universe, the grapes are always sweet.
we will be sitting side by side
looking down at the world from a mountain of mundane moments,
but more human all the more because of them.
Momo's Musings 