Morphling

(Pre-Script: This poem best read as the song, "Shadowfeet," #12 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...)(...still waiting...)

I don't know how to be a person in this situation so I will

change myself into a fish

and swim beneath

through the viscous liquid form of what has dripped under my feet,

(tears and beers and blood from the breaking)

then when I am braver I will change again

into a bird and expand my wings above myself,

then look down from the blue sky and see

the big picture in which I am the middle:

"look, there I am walking forward and there beside me is a tree and up

beyond that bend is where I will rest on that bench by the river of which I

I am not yet aware."

then when I am bravest I

will morph back into the human

who created the tears, spilled the beers,

felt the depth of the cut from which the blood dripped,

the person in the middle of a situation she cannot see around

to control it's outcome,

but walks forward wide eyed anyway.

-XOXO,