playing god, if only for a moment

don't dismiss me.

if you wake up tomorrow
and find my bed empty and frazzled
with its own kind of morning breath,
look for me in the sky.

i'll be up in the clouds,
building my imaginary skyscrapers,
birthing an infantile nation
to fit in the palm of my starry-eyed heart--
playing god,
if only for a moment.

i'll be assembling scale-model futures
with nothing more than chewing gum
and a tuft of pocket lint.

if you find me there,
using the sun as my pillow,
don't write me off
as an unenlightened romantic.

but if you do,
don't worry--
i'll be up here in my sandbox
whenever you feel like dreaming.

Author's Note

This piece just sorta shoved its way into my head.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is just beautiful from every angle~ hope in a poetic pocket~ a treasure~

[Ben Taylor]

"and find my bed empty and frazzled
with its own kind of morning breath,"
Ahh, now that was clever :) definitely my favorite line.
There's nothing wrong with being a dreamer--and you showed this so well.

[JanuaryDreamer♥]

this is a great poem cole :) great job!
~gabbz