For National Poetry Month!
Here’s another poem that I wrote almost a decade ago:
Gymnastics by Skila Brown
Hands reach,
clasp on tight.
Arms pop up,
no curves in sight.
Straight as a pencil
I fold right in,
make my air space
thin, thin, thin.
Feet swing down,
then I breathe,
careful not to
bend my knees.
I snap my arms
and make
whatever shape
I like,
Straight ones,
Curved ones,
I pull my muscles tight.
Not a floor in sight.
I could hang all night.