Poem in a corner

If I could I would,
         Engrave myself in this corner of Bakul's children library hearing and writing poetry.
If I could I would,
         Be that spider with freaking eight legs to walk through all the books and settle down on the                  poet's shoulder ready always to devour.
If I could I would,
         Be the hard drive of the camera and record what wonderful poetic inventions we have made in            each moment.
If I could I would,
         Be the poem you write so that you could read me to others and I hear others read their poems              aloud.
If I could I would,
         Be that jet flying free in the white sky singing my poetry aloud leaving the world astound.
If I could I would,
         Be the wind that flows through every window and could hear you sing your poems to self
If I could I would,
         Be that little brother who always fought and yet listened and cared
If I could I would,
         Be that fluorescent lemon yellow and draw your imagination and poems below
If I could I would,
         Be that morning sun to wake you up to a new day for you will have more poems to create.
If I could I would,
         Be that page that is without a corner sitting in this corner writing my poems forever and more.