Memories: From the Other Side
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!