a lark
I’d sing
all morning
flapping my wings
till dark
filling the air
with my song
till the sandman
came along

If I were
a horse
I’d run
with the wind
in the meadows and plains
splashing in the ocean
through the sandy terrain

If I were
a turtle
I’d stroll
taking my home
as I go
basking in fresh-water lagoons
closing my eyes
till noon

If I were
a heron
I’d fly
in an azure sky
over treetops and raindrops
wade in the crystal river
till the water made me shiver
then sit in the grass and dry

If I were
the sun
I’d shine
gold as a band of 24 karat
bright as a jungle parrot
over the sea and land
not hiding behind a cloud
sticking my chest out proud

If I were
the moon
I’d be a pizza pie
full of toppings
in the shadow of a pepperoni
men would waltz in ceremony