Thick with Conviction / Poems by Karina Bowman

Ť Karina Bowman ť

Something Pristine

The clarity of daydreams
can overtake a less sensible girl
when she walks between the red, brown and yellow
scattered on the earth's floor
in between miles of trees

You spoke to me when I closed my eyes
and I nearly pictured your face
so vivid, I had to stop in my tracks
as I remembered walking this same path with you

I remembered how small my hand was
inside of yours
and when you wandered to a large rock
I thought that
you looked as tall as the trees around us

We were barely adults then
and thought little of consequence
when you told me that you loved me
that it was okay to lose ourselves
for a moment
after our hands ran over each others
fall coats
and lips became wetter and warmer

This time,
I put my small hand around yours
I felt how dry and rough they were
and knew that they would soon run over me
as I pulled you down the path
to my house
and up the stairs to my room

I open my eyes on this gray afternoon
look up at the same trees
and search for something pristine
that I never really had

Karina Bowman is the founder and co-editor of Thick With Conviction. Writing is the focal point of her entire life. She relies far too much on caffeine. In whatever spare time she has, she eats, sleeps, collects fairies, daydreams, dances by herself in public places and sings at the top of her lungs.