Blue Wonder

Pond full of thick texture
The wind blows, but its body stays still
The birds do not drink from it
Maybe they know it would be wrong
To cause ripples in its waters
But sit next to it little bird
Let the stillness of this moment
Soothe your aching wings
Blue wonder
The fire in your lungs is d
The pond knows you are weary, you have traveled far
So sit, little bird
Sit next to the sparrows and the crows,
The robins and the cranes
They are bathing in the peace this pond brings
They do not drink, they do not sing
But they are alive, there is a coolness on their eyelids
And tomorrow when they fly again
Their wings will be blue
and so will yours
So sit, little bird.
There is only this moment, nothing more

Joanna Alamillo is a twenty-one-year-old student from Sacramento, California. She is currently studying psychology with hopes of opening her own therapist branch someday. In her spare time, she enjoys writing poetry, reading, and spending time with her family.