Albatross

If I were an albatross,

I would share my anger with the wind,

drop my sadness into the depths of the valleys

and let my emptiness float above the trees.

If I were an albatross,

I would let my worries slip from the tips of my wings,

leave my loneliness to slide from the curve of my beak

and wonder at the wild of the water below.

If I were an albatross,

I would soar above the Antarctic sea

and leave all the mess of moving home, moving school,

and Dad leaving, behind me.