by Grace Pappadellis ’29 on September 25, 2025
Poetry
A curve, a dip, a slope
You are full of light, more than you truly know
You may not look full, you may encompass darkness
Yet you provide immense light
You have a uniqueness, a dimness, that glows in a way no full moon could ever beam
Someone could sit if they needed a rest
Like a head leaning on a shoulder, falling asleep within the bend
The slumber will feel like a glow
A glowing vacancy