Weightless With a Million Poets

Today I

ran through the rain, hair

newly cut and weightless even though

it was drenched; I

ate strawberries dusted with sugar while

doing homework, pencil

tracing neat letters across math homework I

hadn't realized I remembered

how to do but

found the numbers quietly running

back into my arms; I

wore a plaid skirt and polo even though

the short strands of my hair constantly

getting caught in my eyes and across my nose

didn't seem to fit; I

realize now as I run my fingers through it that

I always liked the haircut, just

was terrified of what other people

would think; birds

are weightless and free, and

people still find them beautiful;

I also realized today that

the United States spells out

us.

Today I 

carried the wold on my shoulders but

still felt weightless, as

carrying the world with me were the shoulders

of a million poets.