May 2019
If I were a bird
free from heavy feet
I would touch the clouds
every day
even if it meant
my body dead in the bay
floating with the waves
rising and falling
to the beat
of another day.
free from heavy feet
I would touch the clouds
every day
even if it meant
my body dead in the bay
floating with the waves
rising and falling
to the beat
of another day.
A poem from my daughter Isona
