First Place Poetry Contest Winner: Master by Peter Shirk

Truly I say

I am master; magician

I say to the clouds

snow and they snow

white and round and cold they go

I say to the waves

stir and they stir

black and round and cold they whir

I say to the rocks

shake and they shake

gold-heavy they quake

desolating they quake

I say to the flames

blaze and they blaze

feather-light they raze

desolating they raze

Truly I say

I am master; magician

I am master

I am

I

wish