If I Come Back. . .
If I come back,
let it not be as a human.
I don’t want the potential
of clutching hate in my heart.
I’d like to come back
as a hummingbird,
for she has the ability to emerge
solely, from the power of her wings.
If I come back,
let it not be as a human,
for the possibility of anger, I fear,
is too great a burden to bear.
Let me come as a breeze
that gently whispers kindness
and blows away the painful
sediment that weighs the heart.
Let me come as rain, a river,
or a waterfall and flow, without
consideration, toward unavoidable mountains
and precipitous plateaus.
If I come back,
let it not be as a human.
My ability to destroy would outweigh
the compassion with which a starfish
heals and regenerates.
Let me come as a fragrant
Tobacco Flower, so I may
cradle the dark, and become
its repose from the bitterness.
Let me be a fire fly
on a vast night canvas,
like percolating golden beads
leaving a trail of luminescent streamers.
If I come back,
let it not be as a human,
for my footprints may pulverize
the ancestral wisdom that roots me.
But if I must come back
as a human, let me come
as gently as a deer,
for the world, now, only
needs unconditional love.
Alma de Colibrí 