billy god
These people do not understand what it is like to step through the water with a hooved foot. I am a mountain goat. No, I am a horse. Honestly, I do not know what I am but I am here. And here, nonetheless, is where I step. There has been stepped upon by me and deer that look unlike me even though they too have stepped in similar streams. In similar streams we swam the same, slipping on stones. Sedentarily they sat submerged. Fish moved between all fours. Or twos. I know I am upright and my eyes face forward. I sight. I feel the bottoms of my body connect to The Body and then the wisps of air and The Body again. Our hearts beat in tandem. Widespread, the trees know us. Sometimes I see two-leggeds talk and walk and stomp. I too talk and walk and stomp so I too must be two-legged. I look down and see two legs. I feel four carry me. Their hooves look soft and stompable. Mine knock like the stones they skip. After much consideration...I mean, after years of photographs and years of scaling cliffsides, I have concluded I must be God.