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

17 years old

More by Geri

  • 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

  • Surrender

    The screen stares back at me: 

    9:30 pm, 

    an unfinished assignment, 

    a deadline due. 

    My weary chest heaves a heavy breath.