It's a borrowed moment
when the sun runs in through empty windows,
and the beating of an unnatural wind
blows the settled air
from the floor.
Everything is frozen,
like in the clutches of some desert heat wave,
and there is nothing to do but wait.
Something might stir in an
awkward outburst of boredom or
but after the overthrow of the
the silence conquers all
and envelops the dull room again.
There is no overcoming peace,
and there is no escaping an
instant where you must sit and think
of nothing but the random breaths
of air, and the
absurdity of the dream
you are trapped in.
Julia A. Bozer
JULIA A. BOZER is a student at City Honors High School.