By GRACE ESCOE
Great Chasm
An inch filled with a single board
Yet still vast
Yet still devoid
Concrete
Loads of hardened gray
Pillars of stone
All to endeavor
To contain You
Separation a mere
Inconvenience for
Them
Insurmountable for
I
Yet still
Left with
Something space needed
To be filled
The whiplash
The whitewaters
The miss
The murk
Balance
On a string
Does not
Come easily
A volition
Two thoroughfares
That seem
To abstain
A step closer
And broadly secure
Nonetheless
Still only a step
Nonetheless
Still a great chasm
The entire stretch
Left only a fine line
Perilous path
The gap
Potentially filled
At the wager
Of abatement
Convention
Followed by another
Yet forever discontinuous
A divide
Dare I
Bound the stretch
Balance so precarious
A light wind
Not you
Catch me
But the Whole
There unapologetically
Un-truly-changed
With a question
Connect
Writer | Grace Escoe ’26 | gescoe26@amherst.edu
Editor | Leland Culver ’24 | gculver24@amherst.edu