And She Dreams of Crazy - Laura

And She Dreams of Crazy

Those mountains!

If I was a crazy painter,

                I’d pull over to the side of the road and paint for them.

If I was a crazy poet

                I’d cut off traffic and drench my page in words for them.

If I was a crazy musician,

                I’d play to the core of the world –

                No – through the core of the world and back out the other side just for them.

For you,

Mountains.

You with your heartbreaking orange sunset rocks

And deep sea shadows.

You who make me think I could jump

Just jump

Off one of your jagged edges

 And end up flying.

And maybe I could

(For a moment or two)

If I was a crazy painter

Poet

Or musician.

Too bad I’m not crazy

Or a musician, poet, painter, either.

Too bad.

But it wouldn’t matter anyways.

I’m not driving.