By Erin Goeke
Artwork by Alli Rowe
Something has changed.
I notice it in the pockets of sunshine
found beneath trees.
I think, somewhere in the flowering breaths
that filled my lungs in warm company,
I found a tiny piece of spring
and kept it in me.
And on stormy days it bubbles up,
bringing hot tears to thaw me in the winter,
which then cool to give refuge in the summer.
It can turn streetlights to the stained glass
that my mother made when she was young,
and fog to the smoke that my brother once exhaled,
such that moments I spend by myself are not alone.
And even when the sun sets and the world darkens,
I can hear its faint echoes from the morning to come.
We have plans.”