The FInal MOrning
Hold me like the man
in the picture. I want to know
what it feels like to bring up
the dawn with you.
Wrap me up in quilted blankets,
and sway with me
to the soft song of Gracie Slick.
Half a million surround us but
my only concern would be the vibration
I feel when my ear is pressed
against your beating chest.
We can pretend that those asleep
at our feet are sunflowers
waiting to blossom.
We’d be the morning dew,
kissing their foreheads
and welcoming them into
the festival’s final day.
A butterfly would flutter
past and paint the hazy sky
with its yellow and orange hues.
Did you know they found
the couple in the photo?
It’s been almost fifty years
and he still holds her
the same way. I think, that
someday, that could be us.
But until then I’ll hold
this photograph.
in the picture. I want to know
what it feels like to bring up
the dawn with you.
Wrap me up in quilted blankets,
and sway with me
to the soft song of Gracie Slick.
Half a million surround us but
my only concern would be the vibration
I feel when my ear is pressed
against your beating chest.
We can pretend that those asleep
at our feet are sunflowers
waiting to blossom.
We’d be the morning dew,
kissing their foreheads
and welcoming them into
the festival’s final day.
A butterfly would flutter
past and paint the hazy sky
with its yellow and orange hues.
Did you know they found
the couple in the photo?
It’s been almost fifty years
and he still holds her
the same way. I think, that
someday, that could be us.
But until then I’ll hold
this photograph.
Biography
Caitlin Kimball is a junior at Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida. She is currently studying Media Production and Creative Writing.
Caitlin Kimball is a junior at Flagler College in St. Augustine, Florida. She is currently studying Media Production and Creative Writing.