Written by Zoe

Atop the Hill 

Atop the hill where 

green, blue, and white blend together 

Swirling before me in a cacophony of 

Shades that rest upon my brow 

The grass pricks my burning flesh 

While birds lob their melodies 

Into the breeze carrying me away 

From the sublime serenity of my silence into 

The blazing white sun that sizzles on my skin 

And my eyes close like a tulip 

in the dark I see 

quarks and colors surrounded by 

noodle-like squiggles in the black 

When I open my eyes 

And the sun has fallen 

I hear my grandma callin’ 

Back down to the hearth, I go 

But my devotion to the hill will always sho