Memories: From the Other Side

by revbillcook

Why do people think becoming human

Is a gift, a fairy tale, a noble thing?

I do remember when I first began

To stand on these two thin legs, and sing

Instead of croak, and with two arms and hands

To stretch and touch the mud. It felt so thick.

I do recall the first touch of her hands

Resting on my shoulders. Her lips. The kiss.

But I remember also flexing fins

Not feet, better formed to swim at night,

And eyes better formed to see the smallest thing

Through water. These legs never felt quite right.

And trust me, there is nothing that compares

To the taste of buzzing flies snapped from the air!