Ellen Weber


We stood in the yellow light

whispers spread to close companions

Fenced into bubbles, timid as a tulip’s bud

We saw the potions being poured

the amber and teal and sunset pinks

liquid gold encased in red

We laughed as joy poured down our throats

and watched the cool dew descend

and the moon start to breathe

We danced out of unison

in the pulsing lights to the

melodies that leeched off our blood

We remembered our origins

when each of our earths were sent on a

crash course into each other and rejoiced

We turned our heads and shunned

the temperature’s rising in our fellow revelers,

from hearts to heads to fists

We closed our eyes

when we saw the river girl’s eyes set aflood

as they do each springtime celebration

We brushed off the quiet smoke and whips

so carelessly flung at us from

her sneaking, smiling maw

We refused the shadows

as they tried to slither through our eyes

to slip ice in our veins and consume our minds

We ran away from the orange light that

stretched over the concrete

We resented the stars

for falling asleep and leaving

their shadows in our eyes

We wanted to return

to the heights of separation

of flesh and cloudy hearts

We were not done with the noise

Ellen Weber is studying graphic design and creative writing at SUNY Oswego. She is currently developing her first novel, as well as continuing to work on her poetry. When she’s not writing, she is working on her illustrations, reading, or relaxing by the lake.