If my suitcase were stronger...
I would put the whole world inside.
Not all of it: leave out death,
balloons going POP,
danger, darkness.
I would keep the rainbows,
the blue sky, the singing birds,
the countryside, its tall trees
and its clean air.
If my suitcase were stronger still,
I'd carry silence; extinguish traffic,
crying and screaming.
For them I would risk the world,
tip the suitcase and show them the way out.
And if there was not an inch of space left,
I would keep the peace
by carrying a spot of stardust
in my pocket.
A moonbeam in the fold of my jacket
and a rocket
for when we must travel to the ends of the Earth,
to give my suitcase to someone else.
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