Keep Looking Up
I sat under a large tree today at a picnic table, and sent out a writing prompt to the hundreds of people who subscribe to receive a writing prompt every Monday through Friday morning from me. Today’s prompt involved looking at clouds and then writing what you saw. So, I looked up into the deep blue overhead at the barn where Feliks was riding his horse.
And there, in the sky, was the word, “IF.” (Middle, sideways)
I snapped a photo.
IF.
Such a powerful word to be so short.
What if.
I wonder if.
Tell me if.
What would happen if.
It feels powerful and full of a potential wound tight like a spring, and not yet sprung. And it feels like a deflection as well, if we sit around wondering what if rather than living the what is.
I sat there, wondering. I remembered the poem, “If,” by Rudyard Kipling. I toyed with writing my own.
What IF I wrote a poem.
We veer away from the “if” sometimes, when walking into it might give us more aliveness, more potential, more possibility. Perhaps you can finish these sentences and find some meaning in your own answers:
- What if I _________________________.
- I wonder if _______________________.
- Tell me if you _____________________.
- What would happen if ______________.
Then I remembered a very short poem in Louis Sachar’s book, Holes:
Here’s my one minute poem. I wonder what would happen if I finished it.
What does IF look like for you? What IF the clouds were speaking to us all today?