in our natural state
by jacquese armstrong
i fell
asleep on the back of a swimming
green
sea turtle
huge by my standards
but he rode me far away
far away from my home
i was in a land where
no one
had wings
especially not colorful ones
they felt constrained by their own
very presence
i thought it strange
that these creatures with so many devices
would be so sad
at home
we don’t own
we don’t create
we don’t think most of the time
we fly.
previously published in Blackberry: a
magazine
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