If I could

walk on
water
I would
count fishes
like gumballs
in the
ocean’s glass
machine
If I could
run like
horses
I’d take
this hammer
and carry
it to
the captain
tell him
I’m gone
o yeah
tell him
I’m gone
if I could
love like
Jesus
I would
turn water
into wine
and drink
with the
sinners
if I could
sing like
Sinatra
I would
hold
New York
with 2 hands
if I could
roar like
a lion
I would
scream
at the
world to
slow down
learn love
and make
friends
if I could
forgive
like Gandhi
I would
face the
mirror and
smile at
my enemy
if I was
a hero
like Audie
Murphy I
would scrape
the battlefield
and plant
a victory garden
that would
bloom and
die because
everyone there
to tend it
would have
gone home.

Matthew Borczon is a writer from Erie, Pa he has published seven books of poetry his most recent being Code 3 the Prison Blues from alien Buddha Press. He works as a nurse for developmentally disabled adults and is a sailor in the US Navy Reserve. Read other articles by Matthew.