The Curious First Birthday Poem
A few people have asked me to share the poem I recited on the eve of our first Birthday (1st May). Here it is…
I could be anything
I could be a barista
But I would have to learn not about coffee but about milk
What type, how hot, how frothy, how not
And I would rather enjoy
The perfect coffee from Claire
I could be a chef
But your art is swallowed
Your work is brief
And you have to make cakes
without the joy of licking the spoon!
I could be an interior designer
But then I would have to decide
On a palette of colours far less than the ones
We enjoy
In a rainbow
I could be a poet
But I would have to find the words
That rhyme or
Scripts that express
thoughts that are best left
A secret
I could be an artist
But if I painted my lens to the world
filled with such love and light
The transparency
Will never sell
I could be a songwriter
But revealing pain and sorrow
Unrequited love and lust
Is to suggest there is a story
I want to share
I could be a singer
But that would require
My voice being projected
Outside of the four doors
Of my car
I could be a musician
But I fail to be motivated by
Perfection
For an audience
Who might rather be talking
I could be a Drag King
But I prefer to wear the dresses
Of the Queen
With sequins and stockings and stilettos
Without the hips and bits - but maybe
I could be an actor
But then I would have to leave
My body and my mind
And maybe I’d just like that person
And want to stay that way
I could be a comedian
But trying to impress you with my wit
Or give you the chance to roll your eyes
Does not challenge me
But hey - Steve already has that covered!
I could be a teacher
But the only thing I would teach you
Is to follow your heart
As you have all the answers inside you
If you care to listen
I could be anything
But I cannot be anything else
but me
Me, the one who lives vicariously through
The artists in
All of you.
That is why.
Thank you for being a part of The Curious Rabbit journey. It’s only going to get better.