Poetry by Linda K. Allison
I was never a girl who could fly
Never one who could leap
A maple seed pirouetting in the breeze
I was not one to tumble
Head over feet
As if caught
In the frothy curl of a wave
Me, I was affixed to terra firma from the start
Planted securely with my first indignant bellow
I envied those girls
The ones who could leap and twirl
As if gravity did not exist for them
As if the rules of Newton applied to someone else
But eventually, I turned my gaze
Discovering a kaleidoscope of life
Unfolding below me
Flushes of mushrooms
Where none had stood the evening before
Appearing as if by nature’s sleight of hand
A bale of turtles
Collapsing like dominoes into a dark pond
Me, witness to their choreography
As I bend close
And so, while other girls flew,
I hovered
And now, many years later
While most who once soared have lost flight
I’ve only grown closer to the earth
Linda K. Allison is a recovering banker who lives with the love of her life among the trees in the The Woodlands, Texas. Her writing has been published in The Milk House, MoonPark Review, Pile Press, and others. Her photography has appeared in The Sun, Burningword Literary Journal and elsewhere.
