If I were a poet:

If I were a poet,
I'd write everyday.

I'd laze by all the bubbling brooks,
reclined by slithering streams,
Suspended by ongoing dreams.

If I were a poet,
I'd travel far.
I would talk to the losers,
the loners,
all the slackjaws.
They always have the best stories, by far.

If I were a poet,
I'd fill volumes of pages,
with instructions,
with the means of navigating,
the circumference of your beauty throughout the ages.

If I were a poet,
I'd know what I was,
I could answer every fool,
at my local corner bar.

But I am not a poet,
I know not what-
-except I am.

I have no answer for:
"What do you do?"
It is as much a mystery to me,
as it is to you.

Nevertheless,
The work continues.