No one saw As I looked through Blades of grass Felt sunlight and sky Wash down my stem
No one heard me promise To always keep myself To wither, die Before another’s hand Could tear my roots Break my veins Tell me I am Not my own.
The palm leaves breathed As you waded into light Home now among the Mountain shade First glimpse of pacific
I wish I knew you then At nineteen Your hand falling out The front car window
The sky no longer Air and wind But a tangible thing A piece of time To place beside Your pocket watch To keep.
-- Meriwether Clarke is a poet living in Chicago, IL. A graduate of Northwestern University’s undergraduate creative writing program, she was the 2010 winner of the J. Scott Clark Scholarship for Aptitude and Excellence in Creative Writing. Her work has previously been published in Helicon Literary Magazine, Prompt and The Stillwater Review.