I’m a feather
A sharpened hollow rod
Rushing away from where
I want to be
Above the clouds
With unusual purpose
And speed, but experiencing
Turbulence

I’m a bottle
Corked but empty
No secret message
No hidden depths
Just spiralling
Bobbing up and down
Half submerged
In fate’s weak joke
Whirlpools

I’m a flower
Craning my neck
Chasing the sun
Day after day
As it slams
Across the void
Scorching