Gyroscope Review 16-4 - Page 56

A WAY IN BY ADEN THOMAS Sometimes our chariots are pulled by hummingbirds. Their wings flash little ghosts of silver in the searchlight of the moon. They create a ripple in the wind the color of infinity. It’s the same ripple we imagine passes through a lion’s mane. We swim through caverns to find a light. That light is a ripple that never left. We keep a pocket full of vines for ripples tethered to the ground. We let go of the handlebars or remove them completely before the ride begins. We feel that tiny wind. We close our eyes and run with cheetahs to swell our veins again. We climb into the tower and feel time from the concussion of the bells. We swim into the sea. We listen to the whales and their echolocation through water. We return with knowledge of the tides. Gyroscope Review 16-4 Page 4! 6