What Ifs

We are the "what-ifs"

hovering above all things heavenly.

those blades of grass, in fact,

coming from someplace

Under my shoes:

what if I step here?

what if I turn left?

what if the ground stopped helping?

what if I thought of tomorrow?

what if eternity is today?

what if I stopped trying?

what if it doesn't matter

and what if going 

and coming were exactly the same?

what if my circles become ovals

that grow into spheres that swallow

me whole?

what if I'm pitted as the date

waiting to be eaten by some bored God 

sick of waiting for something to happen...

what if he spits me out 

not in a bitter mood?

what if I'm flying in space 

bracing for impact of something bigger than life?

what if it's me?