I would chirp like a bird
with a high little cry.
I would not say a word.
I would sit in my nest
with my head on my chest,
being a bird.
If I were a fish,
I would swim like a fish
silently finning
with nary a swish,
just finning through sea weed
in search of a free weed,
being a fish.
If I were a larkspur,
I'd stand in the sun,
growing up slowly
until I was done.
I'd rest in the breeze
with some leaves on my knees,
being a larkspur.
If I were a sandwich,
I'd sit on a plate
and think of my middle
until someone ate
me.
End of the sandwich.
Karla Kuskin
