WHAT IF YOU COULD?

What if you could parachute
down these hills? Where
would you land? In a pond,
so many miles away, or maybe
on rocks—break every bone
in your body? Would you land
somewhere flat, or slanted,
maybe somewhere full
with pine trees? What are the chances
of landing where flowers are all
around you and their sweet scent
will fill your lungs? Who knows?
With a parachute, it’s a mystery.
You never have any control. The wind
is your guide to a faraway place, a secret
place that only you have the right to see.
A place unmarred by society, untouched
by the troubles of the world today. Can
you make it there? Are you strong enough
to survive the journey? If you can,
that’s where you’ll find me, sitting
patiently by the stream, eternally
awaiting your arrival, ready to take you
by the hand and lead you
into the future.

- Debora Ventura