Hayley Litchfield

When your umbrella fits

-Inspired by “To All The People In My Head” from Ana Luisa Pinto’s “The Alphabet Tales”

 

if dreams were people,

they wouldn’t all fit

inside my head.

 

too much water

wearing down the dike,

too few fingers holding them back.

 

to stop thinking, i rush

over the cobblestone alleys of burano

to catch the vaporetto

 

i watch the ripples

as a girl in the plaza

jumps in puddles.

 

her small pink rubber boots

match the umbrella

she holds over her head.

 

i could have sworn

the vaporetto was empty

when i got on the boat.

 

but a man with a wrinkled

face and a double chin

was sitting right beside me.

 

he saw my brushes

and my easel and asked

“why is your canvas blank?”

 

how could i tell him i was

giving up as an artist?

that italy wasn’t the inspiration

i thought i needed.

i mumbled that i had lost

my focus. he looked at me

surprised and said

“nonsense, you just need 

a bigger umbrella,” and

handed me a yellow one.

 

when i looked up to give it back

or thank him, i wasn’t sure,

he had vanished.

 

i stared at the fabric, opened it up.

taking the brush in my hand,

i began to paint my dreams.

 

as i walked home, the rain

washing my dreams off the yellow canvas,

i smiled to myself.

 

i’ll paint them all again

i tell myself, as i watch

the yellow paint and old man’s face

drip down the umbrella.

 

I Wander Without

I wander above

each fight

in a shimmer

of ethereal beauty.

I drift through the magic

of feeling frozen.

 

I am almost amused

   at the defensiveness my question

sparks. So I stop existing

inside my body

 

and I become untethered

to the beat

 

of my heart. Until the vividness

of reality speaks

to me, and my soul

loses its voice. Your eyes search

for the truth

but you cannot begin

to imagine how excruciating

it is to whisper

the answer I am happy without.

 

Remnants

-Inspired by “Our Lady of the Iguanas” by Gabriela Iturbide

 

I think God created

the dinosaurs before humans

because they deserved

to live,                        

but not with us.

 

We are destroyers

with dried blood                      in our teeth.

 

Tyrants

on the hunt                                          for fresh blood.

 

I carry the iguanas,                 their remnants,

on the crown of my head,

     to remind both

of our species

to be better,

to create life,

not destroy it.

 

About Hayley

Hayley Litchfield is an undergraduate majoring in English and minoring in Nutrition Education at Weber State University. She enjoys reading fantasy novels and working at the library when she isn't writing poetry.

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