If

Consider Other Realities

If I didn’t know what wind was, would I think the grass could dance?

Would I giggle and laugh, as they wiggled and sang among the plants?

If I didn’t know what sin was, I wouldn’t know what years of dying really meant

Then you think I’d think about, the place from which tears crying are sent?

Would I even really have, any reason to repent?

If I couldn’t differentiate, between the dark and the light,

What on Earth would I call it, when eyes opened in sight?

Would the things I do in days, just repeat in the night?

If I didn’t know to read, and someone handed me a book,

Would I simply stand on it to see, how much taller I would look?

If the mirror wasn’t possible, and your eyes to me were mine,

Would I even care to ask what not to do, be surprised to hear I shine?

If “If” wasn’t a word, and things just were or weren’t,

Would I regret, remorse or resent?  Reason, question or wonder, what this all has meant?

Or would I simply be, existing, happy and content, satisfied, with wherever life had went?