If Only Poem by Marc Creamore

If only I could wear a bodhisattva’s robe
and plant compassionate seeds into the eyes
of political despots and insensitive bankers.
If only the colour spectrum would address
the dark cavern of humanity’s mind.
If only all the broken souls would rise up,
discard bulimic books of dogma
and sing a non denominational hymn.
If only I could be blessed in a river of moonlight,
in the arms of the goddess responsible for
flowers, in a cathedral of untouched forests.
If only I could gather up all forms of cancer,
bottle it up and cast it into the heart
of a volcanic furnace.
If only every blue string on every blue guitar
could be replaced with chords of harmony,
a finger of divinity stretching the notes
into the velvet ears of orchids and benevolent
butterflies.
If only I could feel the heartbeat of the initial dove
and transfer into the withered breast of mankind.
If only I could linger within the womb of the earth
and taste the essence of all living things.
If only I could enter the misunderstood manger
of spirituality and eradicate the cruel clutches
of Mammon.
If only the hotel of delirious darkness could
be overthrown by the angelic eyes of light,
by the firefly candles of a nocturnal mass,
by the wisdom inside a holy frog’s mind.
If only all the sounds of creation could
meld together and form a symphonic rapture
played upon seasonal instruments
in a concert hall devoid of automation.
If only I could feel the heartbeat of the initial dove
and transfer it into the withered breast
of mankind.
If only I could linger within the womb
of the Earth and taste the essence
of all living things.

Oh if only I could resurrect myself and alter
the world... but I am but a simple poet,
a lonely boned man with only the shouts
and whisper of my words to shelter me.