I watch the crow, all sharp hooks and
Soft lines, circling lazily,
Like a blot of ink highlighted by the glow
Of the sun, writing in a language I’ll never
Decipher. I beg it to whisper its secrets
Into my ear, explaining how to be
Less stiff and square, the result of staying
Too grounded.
Paying the wind to carry me,
I flail through the air like the clumsiest
Of clouds, praying I don’t fall through
The paper-thin horizon that holds me
Afloat. The sun is delicious and I try
To devour it, glutting myself with
Its decadent glory until I fly
Too close.
Katie Li is a student from Seattle who edits for Polyphony and Kalopsia Lit. When she’s not reading or writing, she likes to dance, study business, and waste money on boba.