WhispsA Poem by Katie Alexander
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I am in preschool the first time I see a poem in the sky. A paper kite backed by blue felt. Blue, like the robin's egg my dad cradled in his palm all the way home. A fringe of green. Trees. No, lace. Perfection. My tether cut, I soar up, up, out. II. The next, I am nine. Yellowed paint, hands obediently clasped behind my back. A window, smooth gray sky, white snowflakes like freckles. Would they melt on my tongue as easily as my breath does in my lungs? As easily as my feet into the floor? The class moves on, and I am behind. Enveloped, I smile, quieter. III. I saw the sky in your eyes last September, glowing amber and gold, my peace and my promise. For the first time, I saw a poem in a person. Radiance. I held my face to your horizon, too long, too long. Do not mistake people for the sun. We are all wisps of cloud. I pick at a burn that lingers, red and raw.
IV. I see the sky now in my pillowcase. Deep, purple, velvet. Black teardrops like stars. I wander in this world of shadows. For the first time, I see a poem in the maze. © 2014 Katie AlexanderAuthor's Note
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