By: Madeleine Olson
Mount Holyoke College, MA, USA

Now we are flowing

in between w a v e s of thin satin that dance in the sky,

soon floating

like a leaf that

tumbles

in the breeze

landing to sink into the earth

like baked clay

in the blazing sun

where pinwheels of rays

grow big enough to transform into a kaleidoscope of colors at night,

spreading purple velvet over us thick enough to heat our bodies

so it sparks flames so scarlet

as to catch the eye of a bull

that charges with a racing heart

that beats

to the march

of the drums

warning us about time

that slips

between

our toes,

washing back to the ocean that provides

the w a v e s

to rock the boat

that carries us through life,

lifted by the w i n d s that toss

our s o u l s back into the sky.