When the Lights Turn Off



By: Isabelle Edgar

The sun shone blue above our heads
Until the lights turned off
Silence filled the creases in our palms as we looked for something to hold onto
It was living life by texture
By our fingerprints kissing surfaces
Light was a memory

The sun shone blue above our heads
Until the lights turned off
We stared into a sea of misty darkness
Dilating our pupils with confusion
It was color through touch
Words through echo

The sun shone blue above our heads
Until the lights turned off
We wanted to find a place to rest our bones
Yet the sky was the earth just the same
Up became over and around and down
It was as if we were chalk figures
dancing together through the chalkboard

The sun shone blue above our heads
Until the lights turned off
We realized that we could at last close our eyes
Without worry that something would flutter past our eyelids
Listening to the misty darkness
Resting our bones

 

 

Isabelle is a 16-year-old from Massachusetts.