Venus Arisen
A Poem by Matt Gillam
I am Venus today
in the still of an icy morning,
when the sky was painted
a placid
baby blue
and the earth had yet to rise
and meet the sun face
to face
She was bright
and close
and utterly dead
Yet this morning
she was
alive
with the fires of the sun
caught across our own
anonymous sphere
to burn a small light
inside my skull,
in the empty space
of a synapse
she burned
Matt Gillam, 20, is finishing his second year at Santa Monica College. Accepted at UC Berkeley for fall admission, he intends to major in philosophy.
