And Wind Moves On
waves to Wind
so he soon dries.
But Mind, hung above,
tries
too hard
to sprinkle time in Wind.
And Wind,
sassy as she is,
smirks down at Mind
And says
Now is future
Now is past
Present is what I blew back in Eye
So he squints
and sobs
and sees
Everything
except Present.
And Brow furrows.
And Mouth flattens.
And Wind moves on.
MYA SCHRODER is a high school senior attending UAA through the AMCS program. This is her first year in Alaska and so far she loves it here! When she’s not enjoying the beautiful scenery that Anchorage has to offer, she loves to read and, of course, write poetry.