Beautiful skies, red orange ascending into blue,
over mirror like waters,
hearing the air blow far off
with the slightest sounds of birds chirping
A soft brisk breeze like a breath of fresh air,
in shock and surprise but relieved
as balance was lost but resurfaced,
like a piece of wood,
floating in cool water,
laughing at what fear was felt
Scary turned into relief,
then fun, at what was most feared
Moment of clarity,
when safety is assured,
remember before entering
the waters on a boat,
all of us wearing a plastic device,
because plastic floats better than me
when sunken into deep waters.
Dana Peterman is a student at Navajo Technical University.
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