A Pome a Day for a Year

If someone were to say to you
“Imagine if you could fly?”
How would you interpret it?

Would you imagine yourself super,
red and blue costume and floating
with the ease of 360 degrees,
like a laser beam bouncing between clouds.

Would you picture your arms becoming
wings, like that of a bird,
and your legs vanishing while developing a sense
of bitter inferiority at others?

Would you become a Cessna?
Like some kind of Disney character.
Sleek metal walls instead of a stomach,
and wind screen wipers for eyelids.