When I Was a Bird and You Were a Worm

When I was a bird and you were a worm

I tasted you. I know you. You have been inside me

I think that if we keep attached to my back

I’ll have to write this poem for a long time

Have I met you before in some kind of Buddhist pre-history?

In another form, with another mouth

Did you in turn swoop down and pick me up from the mundane?

And take me to experience the sky

Did I nurture your young and provide your memories?

Did I keep you aflight so you could better enjoy the sky above?

--Gnitcelfer, June 18, 2011