Reincarnate Me

I want to be
music
a song
a beat, a rhythm
a sweet tempo

I wish I was water
or coffee
or simply the cup that holds it all

I wouldn’t mind being a word
words
soft spoken words
that leave a taste in your mouth
like meadow
river
glazed
and clicks

I want to be
the constellations
the comets
and the star dust

I want to be
the sweet old crust
of sugar
glued to your kitchen counter
or
the drops of water
falling on your sink

I want to be
the daisies
overwhelming your front porch

I want to be
the cold
Christmas air
making your legs buckle
and your skin bump

I want to not be
this.