The Best Of All Worlds Poem by Connie McManus

In the best of all worlds,
you, my love,
will be here,
with our hands,
gnarled and spotted,
entwined as we walk,
and my long hair,
raven turned silver,
falls around you
when I kiss you goodnight.

But it won't be so.

In the best of all worlds,
you, my very best friend,
will be with me
on a clear blue day
when diamonds sparkle
in winter's snow,
or in the cool lake
to escape summer's heat,
or in a high mountain meadow
when the wild flowers
astonish us
with outrageous color.

But it won't be so.

(Logan, Utah
June 2014)