Waiting
a Poem by Raquel Swann
How long must I wait
For the tides to turn in my direction
While I wade through shallow waters
While the birds fly overhead
Soaring past without a care nor worry
I gaze into the azure sky and wish
I could take flight
Instead I wear shoes made from cement
Created from choices and decisions
I made with others in mind
Shackled to a beach
Working against gravity
Waiting for the tide
To roll me over
In the middle of nowhere
The tide rises
A golden hammer washes ashore
I reach for it and clench it
