I started out as a Mare
A pirate loudly aging
But I soon became an otter
Clinging to my people
Handle to handle
I turned into a fish
Overturned yellow tube
This was unintentional
I scaled rocks
Ducking under a sunken branch
Finally back on my trusty steed
I was a floater
Landing in dead pools
With big rocks and shallow water
Butt’s up was flowing over
Rapids that jostled rapidly
Happily lapping at the shore
Without good position,
I transmogrified into a T-Rex
Short little arms no water could reach
Neither could any feet
I magically became a turtle
Floundering on my back
Finally in the flow again,
Mostly sunny haint blue skies with
Partly cloudy wispy white
Lava-floe sun shrieking hotly
A hawk and a turkey buzzard
Circle the sky at different altitudes
I think out loud, “Ah, what a metaphor for my life.”
Chaos ensued, shenanigans had,
I laughed at myself in genuine mirth
I essentially stuttered downstream
One challenge to the next victory
How deeply grateful am I to learn
How I move in the depths
And handle the shallows
Ending up beached; engineering solutions
As I concluded the journey
I reverted and emerged, once again, Mare, but better for the experience.







































