For Sophie

If I was an astronaut

Down at Earth I'd stare

Waiting for a little green woman

With whom I could compare

The stars would turn

Celestially close

The sun, reborn 

Each day rediagnose

On and on I'd philosophize 

Anticipating, my verdant friend

Colours gleaming, oceans below

Turn of life, river bend

If I was a maths teacher

I'd look up

Mind-bending equations

A half-full cup

Students would come

And curious, would go

Colourful numbers calling

Knowing more, and more to know

Classroom calling

Each angle a pastiche

So innocent, unknowing

What they might unleash

If I was a politician

I'd talk until quite blue

Moulding, selling beautifully

A vision deliciously true

To reach the summit

Through votes, through guile

With cultivated points of pressure

And penetrating smile

Persuasion would drip

Off every twist and pump

Hands shaken, shaking, up

A simultaneous jump

If I dreamt another day

What would my vision say?

Round in circles, forced delay

A quietly deliriant display

A balance of the green and blue

Some of me, some of you

Lots of this, but of that few

Keeping old, welcoming new

Taking off, I would fly

Owning my little patch of sky

To live, to search, to lose, to die

One thing remains: I must try.

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