Poetry by Ana Lauran
Uniform, the white pond
of the sky pours like a river.
I’ve always wondered
if that pattern of translucent beads
is enchanted. How else,
if not through magic,
could it stop my anxieties in their tracks
and wash them away effortlessly?
I follow gravity tracing water drawings
on my window.
I think I can spot last week’s worry
in one of the silver droplets,
stable enough to glue to the glassy surface
and stay there until I can’t remember
its origin anymore. I fall asleep to a
Cold, constant drops like
Beethoven’s fingertips drip
the Moonlight Sonata on the ground,
hitting the black and white keys
of an ancient piano.
What a privilege it is to witness
the kiss between the earth
and its virgin rainwater! On those nights,
my soul leaves my body and hides
inside the core of the damp waterflakes.
The world offers itself to me
and reminds me that
water remains water,
unfaltering and unyielding.
Ana Lauran is a graduating senior at Clackamas High School. In 2016, she emigrated from Romania to Happy Valley, Oregon, with her parents and two younger brothers. In addition to reading and writing poetry, Ana enjoys playing the viola, learning Spanish, and traveling—especially road tripping around the country with her family. She is looking forward to studying Speech and Hearing Sciences at Portland State University beginning in the fall of 2021. Ana has been published once in the North Clackamas School District Literary Arts Magazine, Poetry and Prose in the Time of Pandemic and Protest.