poem – Shoshana Weaver

Will (a poem)

Surfer underwater surrounded by bubbles and sand stirred up from ocean floor

I wrote this poem for my ninth-grade Creative Writing class, mostly on a whim. I had a feeling stuck in my head of the movement of a gust of wind, or a tornado even, of a cyclical movement that feels suffocating and never-ending. I felt that this portrayed what I was imagining fairly well.