Ready for Takeoff

A Poem by Emily

This is a poem I wrote for a friend. He is a senior about to graduate in a month, and I wanted to write a short piece about the bittersweet and confusion of finishing high school without being cliche.

The magpie robin waits
Amidst the leaves of
The potat tree,
Cautiously toddling
Along its branches like
A tightrope walker,
Walking a very thin line that
Teeters between the brink
Of past and future,
The present's headwind
blowing full-force
Against his outstretched wings
As he holds them out for
Balance.