Night Vision
​Astrid Carlen

When the reflections show
only my eyes closing,
I remember the last prayer
called hope, rising 
with the new moon

the dust speaks 
of growing and the ice 
on the back of my neck 
feels like sugar again,
sticky for touch

Under this blanket of fog
your teeth look like shards
of a smile I could arrange
with the right gloves,

Outside my window 
a blue bird is born 
with its eyes wide open,
and from the darkness 
its cry wakes me

Astrid (PO '28) is a sophomore at Pomona. She enjoys the expo line at Frary and swimming in natural bodies of water.