May 12

Early Morning Vertigo

Who told the cormorant to dive so deep inside me?
No one. She chose to ride the midnight wind
and swoop through my body while I slept,
settling in as the sun began to rise.

And when the golden glow makes the shadows dance over to me,
and pry my eyes open in a sudden start,
I feel her tuck her wings,
hunching down before taking flight. 

If only I could warn her first,
that the walls of my chest surround her still,
And as she tries to lift up into the open air,
she’ll take my beating heart with her.

She drags it high above my ribs,
before plunging deep towards my guts.
She squirms, disturbing its constant rhythm,
twisting it around inside of me until my feet have hit the ground.

Then the all of a sudden her grip is broken,
and my heart resumes its job,
sending her spiraling out the window and into the sky,
a whooping cormorant made in waiting.