This is the second piece in the portfolio I created for the Creative Writing Seminar I am taking next year. I wrote this poem one bright afternoon right before exams began, while taking a study break in the local waterfowl park.


I drink in air.

Cool, clear,

A drop of light to soften the grey of my mind.

This day has left me empty,

The weight of its nothingness

Dragging on my shoulders.


I forgot the sky

And the sound of birds.

It was a long stretch.

An absence of letters.


Spring comes soft and slow –

So slow one must trust

The deepening dawn

Like a bird flying north.


There is yet life stirring under frost.

There is some way to feel again.

Perhaps not in words,

But in the absence of letters