The dotted line your fingers draw
as you walk them over my ribs reminds
me of the dirt path we took here, soft sun
illuminating translucent leaves; our feet
left no footprints. And here we lay
among wildflowers and weeds, our final resting place
if we so choose, my roots reaching down
and my eyes reaching up. To be a bird in the sky
is not to be free. It is to be fulfilled.
—
Katie Loeb is a sophomore Literary Arts major at Appomattox Regional Governor’s School. She has had a poem published in Fledge Magazine and has won two Silver Keys from Scholastic Art and Writing Awards for fiction.
