photoart: ralph murre
if god were an impressionist
by Erik Richardson
if an impressionist had designed the world
there would be no edges sharp enough to cut
and letters and books would be far too blurry to read.
water would be made of blue and white cobblestones,
of course. our hair would look like bird nests
as the fun-house mirrors would never show true.
there would be no rainforests or deserts
only lilypad ponds, and manicured parks,
and fields of poppies or wheat spreading to the edges.
everyone would live near the bumpy water,
like the sea coast and the river’s edge,
riddled with sailboats or steamships or both.
and what night sky fireworks there would be
with every planet and orange-white-hurricane star
twisting and twirling the dark around it
while all along the street, smudged ballerinas
would sit in sidewalk cafes with gray-bearded men
with umbrellas and top hats, murmuring in french.
~ first published in Stoneboat