a new point of view

you don't
feel sorry for fish.
swimming
about
all day,
avoiding capture
or being
devoured
by larger fish,
or snagged
by a bear
claw swooping
down out
of nowhere.
fish never tire
of being fish.
as far as you know.
but not you,
sometimes you
grow weary
of being who you
are.you
wonder what it's
like to walk
in another
person's shoes,
have a
different face.
a new
point of view.