When I sit on a porch swing
Watching the world, not actually
Participating in the living
I want to marry the grass and the trees
And become one with the bushes
So that I might survive on the sun
And hug the Earth with my green branches.
When I stand at a train station
I want to marry the concrete
To become one with the hustle and bustle
And the mindless chatter,
The smell of coffee, a sharp, low whistle
So that I might always be going somewhere
A new start, a new place, a new corner
Of the world that I can call my own.
When I walk into a bookstore
And touch the crisp pages and smell
The fresh ink, spelling the many stories told
By all writers, new and old
I want to marry the bookcases
And become one with the crack
At the opening of a brand new book
And the silent wonderment of the readers
Browsing titles with hungry looks
When I listen to a concert
I want to marry the music
And become one with the notes
That float around the curious ears
Of inspired crowds.
So that I might really understand the words
And what they mean to me.
And I want to marry the clear tones
Of piano keys, that pierce the dark
And turn chaos into orderly chords
That always make sense, no matter
If they are high as the clouds
Or deep down low.
When I stand before the ocean
The crowds fade away.
I want to marry the sea breeze,
The sea salt, the everything.
So that I might always have my
Feet in the sand as the tides roll in
And I'm connected to the whole world
Touching every continent and every shore
The sun reflecting off teal waters,
My favorite color.
