I AM THE SPITBALL hurtling through space. My perfectly straight path has been trapped by the gravity of a gigantic, flaming ball of gas which now controls my path by keeping me forever at a safe distance…
I AM THE QUAIL who minutes ago flew a few feet to avoid being eaten. The doves, who also avoided capture, flew higher than I. Perhaps next time I will reach the branches; perhaps then I will be safe.
I AM THE STARLING among starlings. When we rise to the sky the world takes notice.
I AM THE GOOD SHIP NINA redoing my map. Somewhere I miscalculated.
I AM THE GOOD SHIP PINTA. Here are my mistakes.
I AM THE GOOD SHIP SANTA MARIA. Oops.
I AM THE BURRO: Notice my humility.
I AM THE DERVISH. I whirl away my errors.
I AM THE LIST. I am the errors.
I AM THE APOLOGIST. I explain the errors.
I AM THE EDITOR. I look for missed “takes”.
I AM THE LEMMING. I follow the LOVE.
I AM THE ARTIST. I AM ALL THESE AND MORE.
I AM THEE.