I’d walk softly through an angry crowd,

be a shimmering, brilliant future,

cover my body in chalk,

write my mistakes with my fingers.

I’d make it sparklingly easy to make you smile

and shriek with laughter.

I’d love your anger,

hold your heart when it hurts,

be effective in ultra cold weather,

become lost back in the world.

In the rain, I’d keep your face warm with my face.

I’d fully and completely live,

sit on the doorstep, take the shape

of your every morning,

if you wanted me to.