My spirit quakes
Like a tremor of the earth
A snake
Sits in my throat
Winds its way down to my heart
And squeezes
Blood buzzes in my ears
I breathe like a trembling aspen tree
Leaves brittle with cold
My thoughts are guppy fish
Swimming in endless manic circles
Trapped in a tank
Too
Small
And I look at the world distorted through water
Or is it plastic?
I need to get out
To go out
Breathe clean air
Feel the grand rush of the
Open
I need
Mountains
Trees
Water
I need it to fill my lungs
For the meadows to embrace me
For the sun to kiss my cheeks
I need to be
Away, and
Here.
Anna Flurry 