Refraction
by and published in Edition Seven of Pomegranate
Exhale through the nature of inevitability;
Caught up tight in right angles, humble as a flightless bird.
If today were the day that your lungs unshrouded,
And filled cracks in the pavement with canceled breaths,
Where would you get your denouement, without a dictionary or a crooked pen
To herald your glasseyed words?
A kaleidoscope of broken landscapes; your light that could pierce the
distance
Refracts, dissolves as you clutch it backwards to your chest;
Pulling in a fractured sigh, the scant remains of this exchange
From circled-name lists and the dimming chances of the morning,
The fragile stitching of the day.
And were you more than you meant for a moment,
I’d trust your wintered eyes to tell the story in full-
The spark you were given when you were minted from the soil.
Abigail Erwin
Abby Erwin is 17 and lives in New Delhi, where she wrestles with the International Baccalaureate program and wonders where home really is. She enjoys books, tea and daydreaming, and hopes to grow up one day.