Weave Air As I Went

By Mythri Kanneganti

my last current down the lake

one i weaved

with fingers so delicately

got the berry to sting my throat

like a forester plucking my throat

but like "Did I say I was sick yesterday?"

I asked my friend

"no, you haven't mentioned.” she said

"must've been in a hurry." I replied

And as the slings flew

multiple trees, not mine

and more cellular wins

delight all true

the last current down the lake

multiple ones mine a lost stray

I left as soon as the news flew

leave a life not two

as soon as I left

micro wins

like a fox playing a pebbles game

more softly I cried

more pleasantly I cried

as the dried petals slipped away

more freely I tried

to open my throat

just to open my throat

maybe I'll sing, a year in front

maybe I'll dance, weave air as I went.

By Mythri Kanneganti