Chapter 1 – Without a care

Were the sky made of water

And the ocean air

I would swim among the birds

In waves

And soar with fish on wings.

Each cloud would be an island

Where I might rest with angels

And land that does not sit

Could travel light in the wind.

I would breathe a rain of

Oxygen bubbles

Falling upwards toward the ground

And of speak of whales

In foreign tongues

While the eagle tells tales of

Sweet whistling sounds swallowed

By the sea.

If the sky was blue with water’s glow

And the ocean white with air

I would be a changeling

And dance and fly and float

Without a care.