Explore

Author's Note: This poem was actually inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem, "I'm Nobody! Who Are You?" I was experimenting with rhyming schemes, and then I read Emily Dickinson's poem.

The science teacher showed your writing

as an example in class today

and even though

he cut off the name, I knew

it was you.

The way you make your y's and f's

hasn't changed

My name is silence. The silence of the doctor as he walked in. The silence as they understood he would not be born. The silence of the phone line as she learned she was not a grandmother. The silence of the ride home.

You assembled me with great care and patience like a ship in a bottle. You made me a fine coat with matching pants with pockets like yours. The only difference was that I was not in mine.

Cousin Camp is crazy

It's fun and quite scary.

Inside jokes and high notes

And how could I forget Scalbus and Drarry?

It's fun and it's free and I forget reality

When I'm at Cousin Camp

I wanted to stay there forever

Under that tree with you.

I wanted to lie there

Live beneath the sky's blue.

I wanted to look at the constellations at night

And name the clouds' shapes in the daytime.