Editor’s Note: Introspective Ramblings is Amherst Wire’s poetry column, dedicated to showcasing student’s creative work.
In the End I Was More Than Myself
There could be water everywhere,
one day. I am trying to prepare.
I read that when it comes
we will know by the color of the sky,
trained light giving way to bleeding.
As a person limited purely to myself,
I can make a racket out of almost anything.
Poppies. The flora of any unoriginal static.
I crouch in seams to meet vibrant noise.
A recognition which, in water, would quiver
materially and be known, even to those
sleeping in the brush. As if
I could contain myself. I become
what I cannot have just by looking.
Think of all the bodies shimmering
in the pool. We can’t help
but knock into each other,
hair caught in everyone’s mouths.
And I was always a cloudy heap.
A flood comes and I am ready.
The water begins and ends
where I touch it.
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