Dreams Of Flying
by Christina Zawadiwsky
The outermost feathers of my wings don't touch each other as I swiftly glide by blurred tree branches and a grey and white sky. People think I'm a black bird, but I'm white inside, pure, trying to find food, trying to survive. My claws tucked beneath my belly and mostly immobile, I see people on the ground from way up high smaller than ants, tiny and confused and running not in circles but in all directions. Large flames lap at the forests and trucks continue to try pumping water everywhere, but not much water falls into the sky, and I'm safe beneath my eyelash-less eyes. Black eyes. The eyes of a nomad,
born from a shell and not given much else but a need to try to fly into dreams of wind, flames and water, caves of ice and diamond skies, the mouths of great hills and white and lavender curtains that sway only when large bells are ringing. Suddenly I'm singing! The sky turns yellow and dies, but I keep flying, flying, flying right back into your dreams.
(Christina Zawadiwsky is Ukrainian-American, born in New York City, has a degree in Fine Arts, and is a poet, artist, journalist and TV producer. She has received a National Endowment for the Arts Award, two Wisconsin Arts Boards Awards, a Co-Ordinating Council of Literary Magazines Writer's Award, and an Art Futures Award, among other honors. She was the originator and producer of “Where The Waters Meet”, a local TV series created to facilitate the voices of artists of all genres in the media, for which she won two national and twenty local awards, including a Commitment to Community Television Award. She is also a contributing editor to the annual Pushcart Prize Anthology, the recipient of an Outstanding Achievement Award from the Wisconsin Library Association, and has published four books of poetry. She currently writes music and movie reviews for www.musicroomreviews.com and www.movieroomreviews.com.)