Geri

yet, the night creeps up on me, 
so quickly, so quietly, 
i can hardly tell 
dawn from dusk.  

 

I don’t know what freestyle is. I take the name to heart and literally freestyle my way through the pool. So, while my teammates dutifully paddle back and forth, waving their hands in a monotonous motion, I jump, flip, and dive through the pool.

The sun is out 
and dew glitters  
on the lawn. 

It quickly vanishes 
before my eyes, 
melting 
into the green 
grass. 

What once shone, 

Tiredness is a feeling. 
An emotion. 
An echo. 
I am tired, 
so tired 
of being tired 
all the time.