Deaf

Warm dirt beneath my hands, moist breeze in my lungs,

I sit alone.

Lost among the slides and sand boxes,

Savouring the sour aroma of dandelions and the glaring sun-

Until I am forced inside, crammed between concrete walls and

Flashing mouths.

My freedom is a thousand ants and bees

Silently

Working.   White and yellow dotted hills sprawled below limitless sky.

RINNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!

Children scatter but I can’t

Hear

The bell.

Nicole Hewgill has just finished her first year of study at the Western University.  She plans to major in Linguistics with a minor in Spanish Studies. She has been published in the Canadian Anthology of Poetry three times.