If I were a neck
I’d be the neck of a giraffe
long and gentle
like a hand knitted scarf

I’d be the neck of the woods
that I knew as a child
or the necks of rivers
leaving ox bows for miles

I’d be the neck on the line
to help out a friend
or the neck of a chimney
where great storks descend

I’d be kissed everyday
by the one that I love
and be the neck of her jumper
knowing her smile was above