WHY WE WANT TO FLY AND SWIM
Because we can’t.
Because we could
before we shed feathers, sprouted thumbs,
unfolded into walking plants, tethered to earth,
reaching for dominion.
We remember with
We feel the itch tease below each shoulder blade.
Majestic wings almost unfurl.
We remember leaps of faith into the blue canopy,
lords upheld from beak to breast to tail,
coasting from warmth to warmth,
leaving solid below.
Lonely legs long to be one, sculpted for speed.
We ache for the ultimate caress of liquid surround,
fractured light playing around and past us,
navigating by currents, season to season,
our bodies all grace,
Author’s Comment: Last year I had several “what if” subjects on my subjects-to-write-poems-about list. Since our species is notorious for wanting to do what it can’t do, I speculated about why, in the case of flying and swimming (underwater), drawing on the premise that we evolved from creatures that did and do fly and swim.
Bio: Maren O. Mitchell’s poems have appeared in the Red Clay Reader, “The Arts Journal,” “Appalachian Journal,” “The Journal of Kentucky Studies,” “Echoes Across the Blue Ridge, an anthology, “Southern Humanities Review,” and Nurturing Paws, an anthology. Poems are forthcoming in “Pirene’s Fountain,” http://www.pirenesfountain.com, Japan Anthology, and “The Classical Outlook.” She lives in northeastern Georgia with her husband and two cats.