I forgive you, Oh Drought
Sentinel over unearthed wombs
harboring sun hued crocuses,
whispering foreshadows of caramel wheat
feathered with beaded seeds
and dancing in flowing air,
the spirit of a rain stick looms
silhouetted in dewy mist
rustling the stillness around us.
A lyric twitterer sits alert
tented by a thick canopy
teardrops of the upper sky
alight gracefully on desperate leaves.
For days we pounded thirsty fists
and today the Earth cried with mercy.
Tucked into Memory?
In this moment am I forsaken
by silhouette and grasping gauze?
I fear my cavernous breath
is gobbling up the shadows
in the room, stealing away any trace
of time that might have slipped in
riding these blinding glints
of yellow sun.
In this moment am I chameleoned
against this robin’s egg plaster? My spirit
of a younger time, a merry little thing, wisps
herself around wildly
unimpeded by worldly cares, unaware
of my heavy breath.
In this moment am I to realize
that this is nothing of a moment?
It is a thought tucked deep
into a dream
and these muslin covered frames are place holders
for half recovered memories.
Montana Airey is a freshman at Boston University and is hoping to pursue a double major in Marine Science and Environmental Science. She was born and raised in the small town of Bolton, Massachusetts.