I am the mouse the cat is
toying with before it breaks its neck.
I am the first new bud of spring,
and the last leaf to fall in autumn.
I am the man you just yelled at
for getting your coffee order wrong.
I am the small girl who just handed
you a wildflower along an empty mountain road.
I am the sniper with the rifle sighting the
enemy soldier’s head in the rocky hills of Afghanistan.
And I am the woman crying for her dead
child just torn apart by a bomb outside of Kabul.
I am the iridescent salmon that swims up the river of its birth.
I am the dandelion bending in the warm summer breeze.