To Be Or Not To Be...A Berry

I pick a blackberry & being me I toss it extravagantly into the air & catch it(just about) not just in my mouth but in one gulp (swallow it whole) It hardly touches my throat. One minute - it was a blackberry enjoying the sunlight & falling...falling...in mid-air & the next minute - it wasn’t there. It was in me(it had become me) or rather itself(inside my self) . It had ceased to exist as how it had known itself but for the time being it existed inside me. Was it still a black berry or had it now become part of me. Or was it just a case of mistaken identity I walked along with the blackberry inside me thinking: