Julia Czajka
I only swim in the dark in my room
when my mind catches the waves of music
I grow wings underwater
as I almost drown
when I go out at night,
raindrops run down my cheeks,
it’s from the accumulated clouds
I hear the flutter of feathers outside the window
the silhouette of a bird reflected on the moon
there’s a tap on the window,
a branch leans towards her chest,
the wind is blowing
a storm is brewing