Words by me. Photographer unknown.
We are salmon.
We are birds
We are butterflies.
Our gills flutter, become feathered wings
then gild translucently
into mariposa stained-glass windows,
holy eyes, marvels painted
we carry on our backs.
Our backs, in turn, are horse,
are steed (no one said unicorn
oops, there I guess I did)
our means of standing up
to make the leap that lets us soar
metamorphically/metaphorically. — Annette Marie Smith