Where All Echoes Begin
by Notty Bumbo, 2016
Sometimes I picture myself in another body,
A woman, a man, a child, an elephant,
And try them on for size, and sound,
And taste and feel,
Feel the different skin bone muscle hair
Their faint echo against the wind
Surrounding the flesh.
Standing in front of the mirror,
Staring at this color shape presence,
Trying on words and faces and expressions,
Hoping always to feel the inner voice,
Calling out from borrowed matter,
Seeking an answer in every shadow,
Listening for the faint heartbeat
I never quite became.
Who would it have been,
A darker or lighter skin,
A sex I did not arrive in,
The world around me altered by fate.
I did not seek this body,
I had no voice, was thrust
Into the maelstrom to seek my own way.
I am as all are only an accident.
Only a dream seeking form
In a place already in motion.
If I had been asked
I would have wanted fur,
A skin of many colors,
A pair of wings a diamond heart
A wisdom to shape the world
As much as the world shapes me.
If I sit truly still
In the midst of the forest,
Providing I am quiet and patient,
Other beings may approach,
Curious to see for themselves,
Another improbable form
Parting the air.