If this were a mirror
I’d be floating through the sky
a bird finally fingers splayed like wings
flapping and bumping on a cold breeze
but this is my body still floating
on a large skeleton of water
my eyes wide pressed up against
the window of the surface
a spaghetti string of froth caught
in my teeth prison bars
letting the water in filling me
up to drown the trapped prisoner
the back of my neck
though glared at by sunlight
stays solid white a block of ice
my body has made a cocktail of the stream
I suppose I won’t really know how big it is
river lake sea
until my body is pushed over an edge
or fills up so much it must lie in the wet dirt
from what I see the sky is at the bottom
ready for me to drift into
the birds swooping overhead are
just close enough for me to join them