Emma, 12th - Putney, VT
Under the great, lolling tongue of the ocean;
she keeps her pills: white, shiny and undissolved
like metallic, tiny fish eyes.
Sweet, wilting daisies slip in and out of my dimension
as I wake up again and again but never somatically.
Flashing and mapping and sacrificial capping.
I hold out my arms to grasp all there is
and all there is tumbles past my hands
and into my heart like a hard, glittering stone.
In the spacious, floral air
I pick out specks of light like freckles
and leave kisses, love letters to a temporary home
that is no longer physical.
In my body a garden of painful dearness grows
with every passing layer of ocean
between the beloved and the present.
Whilst dancing I mistook a large, bright butterfly
for the sun
and I could never quite unsee it.
Students 6th-12th Grades