Drowning in the Sky

From the window, I could tell the sky was changing. The leaves on the trees were whipping around. The atmosphere was starting to shift. I stepped out onto my porch wanting to get a taste of the storm that was approaching. The breeze started to pick up; the air moving more intentionally around me. I began to walk to the field, my head up, watching the clouds shapeshift. Then, I noticed a little black spec in one of them. It’s wings were moving rather quickly, but without any aim. It looked like the bird had gone too high, like he’d let the tide pull him out too far. Waves of wind kept taking him places he wasn’t trying to go. He flew uncontrollably around the stormy sky. I’d never wondered if birds could metaphorically drown, but maybe the sky isn’t so different than the depths of the ocean. Beautiful to look at, but treacherous with currents that could cause anyone to regret getting caught up in their beauty in the first place.