Immy

I feel the sun on my face,
glowing,
almost burning my skin,
I tuck my fingers under the straps of my backpack,
and pull it up farther onto my back,
I can feel the dampness on my back,

"Hey mom?" I called, "Come look at this!"
My mom called back, saying she would be a second; she wanted to take one last picture of the view before we headed down. Instead, my brother jogged over,

Yellow jacket,
red rain boots,
she pulls her hood up,
covering her face,
a kind face,
with gentle, sloping eyes,
and a delicate button nose,
which expands with every tired breath,
she runs,
away from her problems,

Little creatures,
Green and sweet,
They raise their heads to the incoming rain,
Letting it soak in,
Closing their eyes and smiling to themselves,
Imagining a sunny day,
Sitting on a lily pad,
One leap through the air,

My hair floats around me as I dive beneath the surface,
I lose the feeling of gravity and feel the ease of the water surrounding me,
I imagine being trapped beneath ice,
Having my hands pressed up against a cold, solid wall,

As I turn the last page, 
I close my eyes,
Because I know what comes when I read those last words,
That feeling of longing,
Of wishing I could be a part of the story,
But knowing that it isn't there,