Shannon Joy Wazny lives in a city in the middle of Canada where the seasons and nature demand attention. She is driven to capture things of beauty or significance with photography or words. Shannon has been previously published in The Fib Review and in the Shot Glass Journal for which she received a Pushcart nomination.
Shannon Joy Wazny
I resolve that as I breathe I will feel the wind rushing to my aid
as it tosses autumn's dying leaves for one last hurrah.
I resolve to dream of myself unfettered so as not to shackle my night self.
I had saved up to buy this swimmer's music system,
it attaches to your goggles and presses neon disks against your temples.
Your skull becomes the maestro, and the songsters and geniuses
take up residence inside your cranium.
You feel their vibrations and you are their song.
As I dived deep through the waters, (as near to flying as I have ever known),
I was the music, lyrical and kicking,
and the music was me.
I breathe deeply of my oxygen and don my orchestra.
Feeling the wind travel through
my cannula; I see colourful leaves sticking to my arms as I break through the waters,
the music drowning out the oompah hiss of the oxygen concentrator squatting next to me.