Premature | Zoey Bliss
The sun rose before the moon had set,
and her rays battled the reflection the moon was able to provide.
The Earth took shaky breaths, as though every degree she spun
cost her something.
A little flower pierces through soil, embracing the early rising,
but all too soon the sun was gone.
Clouds covered the sky and kept the sprout at bay, delaying her inevitable blossoming.
Fleeting sun rays nourished the bud as best as they could, but just as she was about to bloom,
she was cut.
Just a little too soon.
Tired, calloused, warm hands brought her where the sun couldn’t reach her anymore.
Placed in a small glass jar, and set by the window,
where she sat in the shadows for hours upon hours.
And then, the sun came up again.
Magnified through glass panes, even more so by the water she stood in.
And she felt it.
Her petals begin to unfurl, one by one.
Zoey Bliss is a senior at UAlbany, and this is her first time submitting to ARCH! She has a published poetry collection titled “The Sun, The Moon, and Everything In Between” and the poems featured are excerpts from her next unpublished collection! She enjoys theatre, singing, and spending time with her beloved cat, Neo.