textured like snow
like sheets, in a world where no step
is the only rule as
we hurl thousands of pounds of metal up into
the air — flying
place change
people change
i’ve changed, this place continues to grow new
limbs like trees sprout buds
and flowers anchor themselves into
the dirt of a fresh autumn
becoming ghost-like
in the past i’m leaving like lamps
and rugs
i will instead coat myself with minutes
coasting on a new rug in a new room
in a new light, the sprouts
clasping around my neck anew
we don’t even have to talk about it
but we should
to understand how we’ve reached this moment
right here, pin pricked by longitude and snowy clouds and the promise of holding
long into the night
Edyth Moldow
Edyth Moldow’s “Longitude” kicks off an effort by the Arts and Culture section to feature more student art, both in the form of small drawings and poems. The Middlebury Arts Department is full of immense talent, and students have very few regular (or at least weekly) opportunities to showcase what they're working on. “Longitude,”thus begins what will hopefully be the regular featuring of students’ projects in The Campus.
