If, Like Michael,

If, like Michael,

I ever found myself in need

of something to protect my lungs

from the polluted air around me,

and if, like Michael,

I ever found myself in need

of something to protect my innocence

from the tainted world that surrounds me,

I would, like Michael,

hide away in the only place

that was safe, sound, and clean,

away from the flashing lights and screams,

where only one could say they found me.

If, like Michael,

I ever sought my poems from the Heavens,

I ever sang and danced until I cried,

I ever lived in fear until I died;

I'd seek my solace in the sun and moon and clouds,

I'd climb up in the highest tree,

and ask my God and Michael to sit with me. 

-LJ

25 January 2018