How I Became Mighty

Tina Urso McDaniel 2017

Shall I apologize for


the broken

pieces, the

ended things, that

collect at the base of

my many falls?


Should I be sorry that


Distractedly fascinated

By the sky they

Did not notice I reflected, until

slowly

I did not, they


Slipped over

The edge with

No warning?


Should I feel

guilty

my signs were not clear enough?


It’s true I tried to tell them softly at first,

hoping as they slipped along my gentle curves they would

glimpse my perfect recreation of the sky


slowly becoming less perfect as I started to

remember myself.


They could or would not see.


Narrowly slipping past the

Small dangers I

warned them but

They noticed no

Disturbances.


A rock here, an eddy there

Thus I began to learn my strength


Feeling the power of my collective fluidity

As it met and flowed past minor resistance.


While they gaped upward in sleepy adoration, stopping only to complain about the rain,


I grew more bold and mighty by the day

Until finally the reflection they never saw was gone,

Roiling in loud and textured silence;


swirling them towards a sturdy branch, I made a final offering,

They had only to look, reach…


I and the sky have wept tears over your ignorance

I have tumbled your leavings around and around

Trying to smooth over the violence of our misunderstanding


but


I have

become


myself and I

will not

apologize


for

never

being

the sky.


Originally published at umvilleweekly.blogspot.com on February 15, 2017.