A Place
Looking for a place to die down
Somewhere between trees,
A chamber of voices undisturbed.
Giggles and whispers
Left behind
Sigh from footprints long lost yearned.
Looking for a place to lie down
On wet sand or silent marsh
That soaks my back but doesn’t chill,
Just underbites me into
Whatever world turns below.
Looking for a place to hide now
A place I’ve been before, maybe
Someone I once knew.
Hunger’s still residue
In the pantry, afternoon gone,
Evening hovers
Between due East
And the rising mask of North.
My name is Brooks Harris and I am a sophomore at DePaul University, currently studying theatre arts in the theatre school and minoring in creative writing. I am from Los Angeles, California and I love reading, writing, fonts, taking walks, playing guitar, and I am still discovering what interests me.