Where We Go

In snow we carved our names

Dipping fingers delicate so,
The initial burst-breaking
Like realizing opposing cadences of breath
Heavy yet humble,
Have synchronized,
Gasp to catch, float swiftly a snowflake
Melts on the precipice of nose and knowing,
A lake becomes palpable,
Transferring heat in exchange
For wet knees,
Written sentences serve as carrier pigeons,
Suddenly we are
In an ocean where nothing is
Said directly
Rather everything is
Implied or assumed,
Twilight eyes granted in spiraling fog
Glistening with
The pale light of waning crescent,
Somewhere there’s a million
Bodies of water
And one
Waves purl over soft beaches of silicon,
Quartz and basalt,
Stones perfect for skipping are scarcely
Scattered about like a pointillistic painting,
Pine trees loom and falter
Stitching tapestries into the water
A scene superior
For diving and yelling
Vernal hymnals into the tender
Flicker of shore-side fires,
Perfect for watching
Night evaporate into morning


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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