I walked on the pond, a sheet of ice.
Through the clear diamond,
I saw a face pressing upward, & then others.
Kyle Austin, age 21
I’d always wondered where they were,
had almost heard them, all summer,
among dragonflies & lilies, or deeper,
But they wouldn’t, or couldn’t, show themselves
in their long fingernails & hair,
their cheeks & lips mooning upward…
I’d try to name them—Swimmers, Insistent Ones,
Wandervogel, Onan’s Children—
but they keep their own dimensions. That summer,
I’d come to the pond where they were born,
guilty, beautiful, lonely for body,
their soulful voices, my first songs.
It reminds me of a child's day dream. Kara Madden, age 23