Unclear Drifting

• Kasey Fitzgerald, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

I sit and wait as the darkness envelops me,
Waiting for a sign, for something to see.
It's black as pitch, and void of sound
And all i can feel, under my feet, is the ground.

But in the distance, I hear a cry,
A wailing sound that's very high.
And with the sound comes a prick of light,
Growing bigger and bigger as it reveals the night.

The sound stops and the light disappears,
As i walk towards it with pricked up ears.
Then the light flashes and there's a blast of sound,
As the Earth rumbles beneath the ground.

I tumble and fall and skin my knee,
As the light rushes out towards me.
The sound gets louder, reaches a higher note,
And a wind blows around the tail of my coat.

The sound subsides, but the light's still there,
And the wind is rushing sbout, ruining my hair.
It tangles and twists, like a puppet's strings,
Then the light grows more and i can see a number of things.

I'm standing on a mountain, the wind's rushing up,
And a person is bringing me hot-chocolate in a cup.
I take it gracefully, taking a sip,
then the light retreats until it's just a blip.

Then the light disappears and it's dark as night,
And I close my eyes to a glimmer of light.
The sun is rising, a new dawn's breaking,
And under my feet the Earth's stopped quaking.