a/n: alliyah and I recently discovered we collabed on a poem way back in 2017, so this is a 2021 rewrite! Original poem found here.
somedays i imagine what it would be to fly
with the clouds at our heels, wisps trying
to steal the space between our palms.
telling the birds about the day's weather,
like they haven't already flown to sing
to the sun; they pretend it's news to them.
somedays i imagine swimming to the edge of the water
with the wave foam in our hair and the shells
caught in our clothes, fingernails becoming sea glass,
a crown on hands that tug absentmindedly at
the shoreline. the fish weaving between my fingers,
laughing at my attempts to breathe air from their bubbles.
somedays i imagine what our memories
would look like sketched in the dirt:
gravel becoming dreams, and pebbles shifting
with whispered secrets beneath our toes -
until the ants start dismantling our skin
and we shed it like we forgot we were snakes.
and then somedays i only wish i could dance
fast enough to catch up with the stars or moon
and we could spin around the room like
orbiting galaxies, dizzy and out of control -
until the earth pulls us back to land, the weight
of gravity reminding our lungs to breathe
and we remember it is enough just to be.