Hands Turned Memories written by sophomore Alanna Christman

Tips beamed through portals

Of magic baked forests

And silver toned rivers

Shone through their moons

Where crows sneaked

Along the crust ridden shadows.

The valleys of my hands

Have known abstract seasons

With layers as new

As sunset signed bread.

Have known secrets

As soft as sunlight butter swaying

silently on the sand.

Ideas fly through wavelengths

Like plastic bags in autumn,

Silhouetting past lives,

With hands telling photos

And visions past my mind’s eye.