Cross Country

by Emmaline Winter

My feet propel me
they are quick white rabbits
they are speeding seagulls
they are the hooves of a nimble deer pounding through the forest.

My hands balance me
they are rocks of granite
they are oars in their locks
they are the wings of a bird who angles perfectly to catch the breeze.

My head informs me
it is my global positioning system
it is a swarm of buzzing bees
it is a mouse running through a maze looking for an exit.

My heart sustains me
it is a bright red apple
it is a cup of bubbling courage
it is a roaring fire that burns with hot red flames.