IF I WAS A BIRD
She walks along the edge of a river.
Tip toeing at the verge of peril.
A juvenile girl who knew little of the world
but that waterways boundary.
Her blonde curly hair reflected rays of light that
cascaded from the welkin.
Giggling as she avoided the labyrinth of mossy stones.
She gazed up at the sky.
Fluttering her hands as if she were a swan.
“I want to be a bird. That way I can fly all the way
to the clouds.”
Her foot glided down the slippery runnel.
Arms flailing around like a duck shaking
the excess water off its wings.
She learned how to swim thanks to her father.
Grasping towards rhizomes of trees that protruded out
from the scarp.
Staring up at the sky gasping.
“If I was a bird I would not fall in water.”
Tiana is a UHMC student currently taking English 104, Introduction to Creative Writing, taught by Paul Wood.