I still can’t shake the feeling
that I was born in the wrong time and place
All of the glances I’ve been stealing
just simple glimpses of my own face
These small slivers of sunlight that spill
through cracks between the leaves
Stabbing brightness, but all is still
Tugging gently at my sleeves.
The eerie blue of the LED lights
and my breath on the window pane
the echo of friendly fights
a crumpled origami crane…
Creative bursts left in piles
scattered ’round the room
Just remembered smiles
that somehow escaped the broom.
And Autumn whispers sad reminders in my ears
“Winter’s coming, light is fading, let go of all your fears.”
Words like “crisp,” and “longing,” pass from many lips
and cider seeps in through slurps and greedy sips.
I do not mind the moon as it is brightly calling
I dread the landing, but can enjoy the falling.
–Leah Ruthe Chatterjee