If the day was lost

If the day was lost in looking at figures and places and features of Iceland a trip to and coming up and too expensive it is redeemed by the notion that we could be happy doing it and it could fill a place for retrieval for years were this grand time makes me strong for this it may be useful.

It’s perfectly legible and yet not a grammatical straight line. Often my problem is the crooked approach or the way I see it. I can try to explain but often get those quizzical looks. I feel this might be a sign of incompetence.

If these birds were so noisy. If these trees had blooms. If the lake were blue. If the sun were shining. If there were no planes overhead to make me think of falling. If my phone were charged. If there was someone else in the house to make me feel at home. If the trains were running this morning so that I didn’t have to walk to work. If I heard their roar from the seat at my desk. If the wind were blowing softly. If the last two letters from the car insignia “Impala” were poised in the pot under the fan cactus. If the white roses were just now looking slightly wilted with age and still so appealing. If the gate made a bang after someone came through it. I would know it was time to sit down and pay attention.