If I Could

by Jake Reynolds

If I could maintain the dip and
swoon, the plume of pine
needles on my jaw, seeing
feathers rustle in the wind
through an eyepiece…

If I could take the boughs of
your arms, ours, white
knuckles set to burst with
sea water, salt cuts healed
yet red as a cutlet…

If I could hand you every
liberation on a platter, flick
the lids of your eyes, your
lashes, destroy the ashes
of your own history…

If I could dive to the bottom
of your ship, latch like
limpet, nuzzle hull and act
as your anchor, rooting you
home, to me…

If I could shackle your
captors, and act myself
corsair, captain of the
captives, tame the sea
to see tsunami…

If I could see from the eye
of an albatross
the way you lift me,
the flex and poise of our
bodies over water…

If I could be seated, made
to breathe, to turn this seething
into something wondrous,
hold the waves at bay and
lament the gathering of the storm…

If I could meet lip with
lip, stumble over stair
and not my own words,
let the ocean wash over
me like a softened pebble…

If we could walk on hot
coals, callousing our soles
on a blistering scarlet sea,
clambering over shipwreck shards,
we would, saying ‘ah, you, me’.