Self-Portrait in Conditionals

If blue-clad air beaming
cloudless through warm June day,
then the day.

If cold fog on wet glass exterior,
then interior of mirrors,

moon of incense on the mantle,
big plush chair, soft black purr
perched on the back, breathing.

Always some other breathing.

If no other breathing, then a memory
of breathing, rhythmic in sleep,
blood-sweet echo of God.

If asleep, then flight above the wires
and a sure landing on a brief give of grass.