Last night, for no reason, I started crying,

like a small and frightened child,

my heart was broken.

And for no reason,

I turned into a frog,

and began hopping across a busy

road, praying the big trucks would race over me,

as I hopped bravely to the other side.

And yesterday,

for no reason,

a thousand swallows

lined up as a choir,

shaded me from the sun,

bowed to their conductor,

a venerable old pigeon,

and sang a golden song

from their crystal hymnals.

And last night, for no reason,

I turned into a beautiful red leaf,

and was blown all over the barn

and pasture, in a wonderful ride.

And last night, for no reason,

my heart found a joyful work,

and I began singing, and then dancing,

and I ran out to kiss the stars,

and the angels,

my beautiful friends,

and I just melted into the

wonderful and awful thing,

that I am.