September 8, 2014 | Occasus | Issue 4 | Poetry
Exhale
We watched as a moon
in late autumn clung to a dull and languid sky with the obedience of a new lover, refracting its own inhibitions and concealing its jealousy. You once said that even the moon can catch what it loves the most in its orbit, but its gravitational pull is too weak to bring them closer together. There were moments then, where I would try to catch my breath between sentences exhale slowly, and watch as my breath would mould itself into something more fragile than the words I was speaking. I turned to you as if to say something else, but you raised a hand to silence me; dissipating the delicate fog of my breath and I remembered why we came here in the first place. |
ERIC ZADROZNY is headed into his fifth and final year at Western and is pursuing an Honours Specialization in English literature and creative writing. Next year, he will be working on a thesis project where he plans to construct a metro narrative composed of poems that re-imagine and invert his experiences of growing up in Hamilton Ontario.