Moving AnimalsA Poem by I Am SvetlanaThere is sunlight, it is Spring. There are dandelions,
flowers and the sounds of birds all around. It is slightly humid, but the trees
provide a cool breeze and a chance of shade. The grass is swift and sways in
the breeze as it welcomes newcomers to the field. A day
out with my father and younger sister, just to get away from the old house. In
the distance, I spot a carousel. As if it just fell out of the sky and happened
to land in the middle of a deserted field. As the machine starts up, I see the
animals in motion and hear the tune it begins to play. The steel poles move the
animals up and down, keeping them steady as the tune continues to chime. My
sister begs my dad to let her play on it for a little while, he agrees and
leads her, as he holds her hand, to the machine. As we approach, the animals
seem larger than life. They are massive, like a science experiment gone wrong. I
notice the circus theme along the machine, the big lights and multiple mirrors
put into place. I notice all of the mechanics as I glance up, above the
animals, to the ceiling. Just
this day alone, I feel in a better mood than I would normally be. I feel joyful
and happy, hearing my sister laughing and seeing her enjoy herself. Yes, the
happiest I have been in a long time. Alive, I am. Here, I am. My life, full of stepping stones.
Both the right and wrong ones to place my feet upon. I am growing up, living
the very life I should. Stumbling is okay, just as long as I pick myself up and
keep moving. “Be
alive!” They said. And I
was. I couldn’t help but smile. Turning back, I waved to them as they were
stationed on the hill. Here I am, making my decent. Into the valley, into the
field. Into the brush that lay beyond. I saw the old trees and I opened my arms
to them. Letting the air of the day push me onward to make my greeting. I am
here. Alive. Alive,
here I am. The day
was over and I felt release. I was
free. © 2013 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
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