Anatomy of Observation

in Verse

Open up your coffers and caress air

Rugged waters and minerals

leap to grasp peach skies

Remember the geometry of birds

was never meant to appeal to you.

You, small observer, trust these blissful aromas.


Unfold the machinery of your heart.

Cosmic stories are written into the spaces

you’ve forgotten to fill.

Below the jade currents are golden silts.

Follow full and follow slowly.


You, ocean of a man, lower your tide

and see how the sand around you dries.

Expose anchors of shipwrecks and yearn

in the melancholy of their perhaps.

Soon you’ll see than holding on relentlessly erodes.


— Fernando Rojas is a junior in Ezra Stiles College.

Illustration by Meher Hans.

Latest from Verse


The baby lies on her back in the at space provided by…

Go to Top