Was It When, by Barbara Anger

When was the time I woke up
Without a rock in my hip
A knotty stick down my spine?

When did my neck reach like a horse
Or my hair trail in the wind
While my nostrils reached for breath?

Was it when I rolled out of bed
Leapt barefoot to the light
And crowed with a chicken?

It was between then and now
Galloping on without fear
Feet kicking louder than life.

It was in tomorrow’s dreams
Left on the breakfast table
For me to take a big bite.