In another lifetime
maybe I could glue my dreams to the sky
and they would never come unstuck.

On another night
I might not age three decades
while crushed under the weight of a migraine.

On another morning
I could snooze my alarm a thousand times
or maybe there would be no alarm?

In another place
the sun is kissing everybody’s face
but here the rain spits on mine.

Maybe in an hour
a moment of clarity will arrive,
but I will blink and miss it.