On a snowy winter evening with a sleepy
I skated ’cross the icy field where fog
began to loom,
Ignoring calls of siblings following my tail,
I skated faster, faster, till I began to sail.
I was a sailboat floating past a snowy
Carrying one passenger, just me and no one more.
I was a dolphin flying in its stormy sky of waves,
Dancing through a labyrinth of underwater caves.
I was a graceful eagle soaring through
the dark’ning skies,
Letting out loud screeching caws –
my victory cries.
I was a speedy cheetah running on the lush
Stopping only once to curl up in the hot,
I was a tiny bluebird flying to its comfy nest,
Singing to its heart’s content to be the best
I was a small, small spider with silky webs
Cleaning up its little loom before it’s time
Nothing in the whole wide world will ever,
ever stop me,
Not even brother’s screaming call, or sister’s
soft, soft plea.
But then I turn around to hear my mother’s
far off cry,
So I turn around and whisper a small and soft
What could have stopped my evening skate?
What word would be a winner?
None other but my mother’s call: one of a
warm, hot dinner.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.