Three States of Thoughtful

If I could stand here 

forever

and count the clouds,

I would.

And when the darkest of the dark skies

rose before me

I would stand

and watch the raindrops fall 

quietly and deliberately into my hand.

If I could sit here forever

staring out the window

waiting, watching 

for time to pass by

I would. 

And when the most precise of precise clocks

struck noon

I would sit up straight 

adjust the yellow lace curtains

wonder what comes next.

If I could lie here

forever

and dream

of my perfect place,

then I would.

And when the most beautiful of beautiful dreams

approached me

I would close my eyes

drifting slowly back to sleep.