Argentina Poem by Bryan Riley

So what if the sky looks like
the ocean from here?
So what if I've never
been to New Orleans?

If the clouds want to fill
up the sky like revelers
filling up a party room,
I say let them come.
If they want to come late
to the party, let them come.

Maybe I DO want to
float through the air
like a feather lost from
the tail of a bird….

Maybe I'd like to sense a
change on the wind so
I can know which way
I'm supposed to run.

So what if I've never
been to Argentina?
Maybe I'd like to
go to Argentina.
I really think I'd
REALLY like to
go to Argentina….