Once, I was a salmon. I swam upriver to
mate against all odds. That
was what I did.
Once, I was a hummingbird in
search of nectar, committed to
the hunt for more. Every day, I
sought the pleasure of
a thousand flowers.
Every day, my wings became a blur of
iridescent splendor. Surviving was
my anguish and my treasure.
Once, I was a curtain. Some days the
sun streamed through me, my cotton ablaze in
creamy white against the
window. Shadows came alive inside
And once, I was a shadow, born of light.
I resembled a ribbon—rippling,
unfurling—that could never
be cut. I got to feel the soul of
something I was not.