About Being a Bird

The air is your sea and the wind a wave, 

slipping through currents like a fish, 

who, scales shining down below, 

zips through the blue, a flash under the surface, 

leaving bubbles as it goes, 

so the bird flies through the sky 

a gust of wind in its wake.

Geri

MD

18 years old

More by Geri

  • What Will It Take?

    At parties I sit quiet and calculate my words

    I avoid the eyes of guys and stare at my phone. 

    After all that hiding, 

    dissatisfaction feels like heartburn, 

  • Inevitable

    crying over a simple email 

    the lasts build a lump in my throat 

    last time beaming onstage 

    signing yearbooks 

    wearing a stiff blue skirt 

  • Battle Cries

    One girl’s lanky frame against the dark turf field,

    lit up by fluorescent lights 

    She saunters toward the building 

    holding another girl’s hand