by Ella Silverman
Orbiting
In their case in the aquarium,
Breathing with slow expansion
And collapsing in on exhale
Like a dying star.
I sit on a bench across
The tank like a planetarium screen
Watching the silent movie,
And as I sit in stillness
I feel my own breath stir within me.
Pick one out;
She looks no different from the rest,
But transfix with her specific rhythm
And watch intently
Until it is time to leave.
I came here in hopes of clearing my head,
The thinning fog within my brain
Stinging as it dissipates
Yet here I sat
Thinking about how you breathe.
ELLA SILVERMAN is an English undergraduate student at Toronto Metropolitan University. She enjoys writing poems about writing, literature, friendships, the city, young adulthood, existentialism, and inexplicable feelings. She likes to write by hand, the words materializing in colourful notebooks or on scrap papers at the mercy of a drying pen.