I’d like to sightsee God
one day, but I don’t know
where to go. My mother
sees him on the road
leading up to our home,
his invisible shadow
hot over her shoulders,
his visage reflected in my
dark-swept pupils. I
imagine God beckoning
to my mother, her nodding
chin hooked by his finger-
wick. Her eyes, eclipsed. Mine,
still searching.
Claire S. Lee is a student at Canyon Crest Academy. Her writing has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and appears or is forthcoming in *82 Review, Rising Phoenix Review, and Eunoia Review, among others. She works as an editor for COUNTERCLOCK and as an editorial intern for The Blueshift Journal. Though she loves poetry and nonfiction, her favorite genre is historical fiction.
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