Transformation
A collection of bones wrapped in skin
when’s the last time I came here?
Movement comes naturally
a limb thrown up to the sky
a finger pressing into the earth
upside down
my spine spirals in circles
as muscles carry weight through air.
The Snake shed its skin
I dance around the paper thin case
left behind. Toes tingle
blood bursts with fresh oxygen.
Yes!
The toad waits at the door
a moth is drawn to the light.
And we know
We know that they are us
& we are them.
Leap, it’s time
the leaves are beginning to fall.
By Jasmine Irving