Walking Through a Garden on a Sunny Day
Stone bench by slow rill
adrift in sunlight, shadows
weaving limply through.
Thoughts of home, past and future,
and the promise of bamboo.
Bamboo bends softly
like the curve of an elbow,
Catch glimpses of your face be-
tween the click of closing sticks.
you’ve weathered storm and sun —
surely what made you bitter.
Standing on a bridge
breathing deep and free, a turtle?
Always following the stream,
tiny squirrel scurries
tasting all the red berries;
dreams about last night
like leaves falling to the ground.
Where do spiders go
when their steely traps sway
empty in sunlight?
Twitching, crawling on dirt floors
up a naked, exposed limb.
falling like fresh snow on black
concrete. Broken words
reflecting off still water
and the cold smell of winter.
Alice Morandy is a young 21-year-old coed trying to become an adult while also remaining a child. She is about to graduate from UCLA with an English and History degree, full of hope and anxiety for the future.