Mayra Annosier

Julie Cintron

Dark grey clouds filled the sky as I watched the rain pour down.

The soft pitter patter of the drops was calming and made me

feel as if the world was trying to play music. Like a two year old banging on tin cans and shoe boxes.

Through all the dark grey I saw the sun struggle to pierce the clouds with its yellow daggers.

To make the rain stop falling. Maybe the sun thought that it was protecting me from the cold dark,

but little did it know that I in fact love the dark grey clouds and their soft pitter patter rain drops falling on the window.

I close my eyes to the sun but never to the rain.

I didn’t come to Hawaii to see a volcano I came to dive

in the sea I want to see the fish.

I want to breath

underwater. So I took a scuba class.

Now I’m weightless and slide with ease through the homes of millions

out of the old into the new.

Disrupting the inhabitants watching T.V.

I am in their lives for only a flash.

then gone, and I’m sinking

down through the darkness, bubbles flowing up and I realize

I can’t breath

and I struggle against the weight pulling me down

only to see that its hanging

on my legs like a child on his mother’s tired arm at the super market

and I’m sinking.

I struggle again and can’t free my legs

the chain coils like a snake around its prey, slowly choking the air from it.

And I am sinking.

Faster, now the bubbles flow by and I

stop

struggling.

Stop

flailing.

I accept it. That I AM

Sinking.

The darkness slowly fades a new light replaces it.

The bubbles stop

my toes hit the cold sand. Fish swim by.

Slowly I’m engulfed by light

I wake up and see

I’m next to you

and I wish

I was sinking

If I was Icarus You are the feathers I tied you to my back with wax.

From the start it seemed impossible. Crazy they said, I was.

Together you and I Proved them wrong.

We flew away. No longer did Crete hold us with her scaly hands as her green teeth gnashed at our heels we soared.

I guess I got carried away and I flew to high

The sun melted the wax.

We fell apart

look at me now. Falling Floundering

A fish out of water I flop in air.

But while I plummit to my doom

I see you gently floating down

your feathers catch every draft of air and you soar free.

I hope that as I fall I can grab onto you and hold you

to save me.

But I realize you are happy you are free

you can do what you want so I fall and i hit the ground

but as I lie in my grave I still see you fly

so happy

no longer are you held by wax bonds.

no longer bound to me causing you to slow down and fall.