Hard white clots cling to the sides of your flowing highway,
your precious life liquid struggling to get through.
I can still hear your steady pulse despite everything.
Perhaps the yellow star that hangs in orbit
will melt away these pesky clots
so your life blood can flow on with ease.
This short poem was inspired by the frozen creek here on campus. I’d never seen it almost completely frozen before and thought it was a beautiful sight that I wanted to try and capture with words.