Moving

By Zahraa Chorghay, San Diego

skin stretching like tarp over pillars made of bones

if the turtle carries its home on its back

why do I writhe to make home of this body?

on the cove, the colony of sea lions basks together

skin and blubber resting against each other

lazy afternoons with my family

sprawled on the couch, we swap stories and laugh

on the streets, lilac-coloured flowers erupt on branches

jacaranda petals dancing gently in the breeze

on the dance floor with my friends

music flows through us, bodies swaying to the beat

on the beach, ocean waves crash into the sand

salty water meeting the earth again

my head on his shoulder

nested against each other, joy coursing through our veins

though the cormorants can soar far and wide, they live in groups

but this solitary bird flew far from her roost

(with rotting insides threatening treachery, always)

now gliding in the deep blue skies, untethered by sea or land

will she be lost forever to the wind or someday find her perch?