Blades of grass douse your socks

in cold, mud-filled water

Moonlight pours over the sea,

waves dancing in the spotlight

Your eyes follow the moonbeam

up to its origin and you stare, bewildered

Arm stretched, you trace Orion’s belt,

Cassiopeia and Ursa Minor too

You become entranced as you

piece together the story of the stars

Lungs fill with air but you stop,

unable to articulate the sensation

Shocked by the familiarity

you immerse your senses once more

The reminiscent feeling permeates

it bathes in each crevice of your fist

You begin sinking, submerging yourself in

what was believed to be unknown

And as ambiguity saturates your soul

the droplets caress your skin

Strung together by magic, by history

a story told by time

Kaylee Morris is an 18-year-old senior in high school at the Seattle Academy of Arts and Sciences who plans to study Environmental Analysis at Pitzer College next year. She is a passionate jazz vocalist, dancer, actress, and artist. Morris has always enjoyed creative writing but just began focusing on poetry this year while taking a Creative Writing class under the instruction of poet Lauri Conner.

Visual Art By: Cherry Guo