Tantrum

by Christina Bustamante

Email: cijenke@another.com

 

Yesterday I had a tantrum on the beach.

‘What a disgrace,’ you’d say.

It was.

‘I want to know,’ I screamed at the wind, and it tore away my words and hurled them at the cliffs.

‘I want to belong,’ I shrieked, kicking the rocks, and they hunched their backs at me, bumping with laughter.

‘I want to fly,’ I yelled at the gulls, and they swooped acrobatically and glided away, jeering.

‘I want to swim,’ I wailed at the silver seals, and they rolled their eyes and turned their heads at such unthinkable stupidity.

‘I want to understand,’ I sobbed to the sand, and waves rushed up and lost my tears in the sea.

‘I want to learn,’ I hiccupped to the machair, and long tufted grasses drew me onto their lap.

‘I want peace,’ I whispered to the sky, and a soft white mist rolled in from the sea and took me to the island behind.

©2002 Christina Bustamante

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