Metamorphosis
by Carol P. Snow
 
i think i am a dancer,
a singer of songs,
a story-teller.
 
i fly and swim,
walk on four legs,
slide through the glass on my belly.
 
i breath through gills,
through hollow fragile bone,
shake feathers into place on my wings.
 
i roll in the dust,
smooth my fur with raspy tongue,
startle at unexpected sounds.
 
i walk upright,
two-legged, a woman,
warm and soft, strong and vulnerable.
 
i walk in silence,
with laughter, with spoken word,
with solitary tears, with open heart