Three, Two, One
I would eat away the seconds Skip the heartbeats of the clock I would dance across the Days and nights paint Landscapes on the Minute hand Moons and suns and stars, boundless Oceans of infinity Marked with ancient scars And flocked with new divinities Digestion is a powerful thing The slate wiped clean Begin again Time like paintings in yellow and blue And red And raining from the dark grey clouds Time like swallowing hard and Fingers shaking in front of a crowd Time like pennies shining from newness Rusting and greening and bringing us luck Time like icebergs melting and suns setting Time like age and death and life Time that slowly runs out Gemma Brand-Wolf (’18), Poet Laureate Runner-Up Pillars of Salt 9
