If

If I jumped out the window, 

followed the moon,

sailed her crescent 

across the sea,

would I ever meet you,

love you, make a life

together with you?

What would happen

to the tea, the books,

the rain, the wind

I left

behind?

inspired by Lucille Clifton’s “One Year Later”

 https://poets.org/poem/one-year-later

published in Prolific Pulse