On Forgetting

It’s easy to forget
the air
(so soft and hushed just floating there)
the moon
(quietly looming moving so slowly
you even don’t notice
until it slips off in the morning)
the sky
(pinned up at night by little pricks of light)
the trees
(bent piously under the glorious weight
of it all)
the water
(slithering sinuously and gracefully
light tickling its back)
it’s so easy to forget
until one night
you step out and
the moon is a giant circle
punched out of paper by a Four-year old
bold and grinning
the trees reach and sing hallelujah
skies soar up
and the air is so still
that you can almost see
the little breezes that butterfly-kiss your cheek.
for a moment the splendor
is crushing.

Catherine Killingsworth, age 18
Atlanta, Georgia
Chamblee Charter High School (Chamblee)
Teacher: Diana Lynn Farmer