by Anna Greene Dell’Era
(All Rights Reserved)
It must be nice to walk without a lot of weight
Must be calming to have others observe your gait
Must be intriguing to lie down without the stomach taking much space
Must be empowering to blow the nose without water spewing in your face.
When I return after my life is through,
Possibly as a sparrow or a mule, I will fly, screeching sighs, or stubbornly and anxiously carry
multitudes of lies, Or maybe I will simply return as a tree, roots embedded to generations of
yore, spirits of degradation, Whispering, “They owe you more!’”
I am an elephant and walk with the gait of a queen, experience not to be denied, wisdom
revealed as in the eyes of an owl, and on the falcon’s wing.