I Dithered

• Amy Twigg, Grade 11, Northcote High School
• Poetry
• 2015

Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition

I crouched on rotting wood, above the murky water.
Hot air roiled great billows of wind around my dithering frame.
Submerged logs lay in wait, like forgotten rotting dreams.
I stood waiting on a long past ancient beam.
Reflections danced on water, a distorted looking glass.
The ripples stopped.
And started.
Never making an image that would last.
I bunched my muscles to spring.
To fly into that reflected world.
To fly into something unknown.
But tantalizing it swirled.
There the wind died.
There the bees’ ferocious hum stopped to make a sound.
I crouched on rotting wood, about to enter murky water.
And there I...