Work in progress
Chemical stench of latex paints haunts the raw walls and plastic-skinned windows. Wooden slats ready for sanding
Broken glass and sawdust rest in heaps and streaks across the immaculate floor.
A granite table lies plainly on the ground, covered in a thin layer of snow and asbestos.
Chandeliers are nowhere to be found. Holes gape in a ceiling blank as sand, dead sockets awaiting a bulb that will never come. A hornet’s nest hums and streams in the tub. A rat lounges in a pile of filth at the head of the table. The pool is slick with algae. Impregnated with 5,000 tadpoles and a half a million mosquito larvae. Water drips from a recent rain
A nauseating revolution.
4 billion laps and no sign of slowing.
8 light minutes from home.
An arm reaches out to caress.
Plasma and photons flying in a desperate grasp at anything.
A wave hello.
A forlorn glance away.
Bubbling, churning – lightning strikes an ooze.
Nitrogen bonds and carbon embraces its kin.
A push and pull.
Conversion from one to the next.
Bumping back and forth.
Hiding inside a story written in one two three four.
Buzzing and zipping – bigger and badder and light.
In and out.
Not yet. Not now. Not here.
Gills and fins and teeth.
Scales and eyes and heat.
Paws and feathers and talons and lungs,
quills and feathers and feet.
A visit. An RSVP. A walk. One day. Ten more.
Rest. Take the time. One day. Some day.
Cade Niles is a sophomore from the San Francisco Bay Area. He intends to focus on environmental science while majoring in either Geology or Biology. In his free time, Cade listens to a wide array of music, solves crossword puzzles, and enjoys chatting with his friends about politics and current events. An a-cappella singer, pianist, and novice ukulele player – Cade appreciates musical as well as poetic forms of self-expression. He would like to thank his high school poetry teacher Alexandra Rosenboom MFA for expanding his knowledge, appreciation, and understanding of poetry.