Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Cathedral Colin Howe, '16 Nature builds herself into entropy as I stand in her cathedral. Arches of stone and vine meticulously constructed by masses unseen each notch, each buttress builds upon the other Winding into the heavens with fervor to reach some opaque object of desire. I’ve heard her organs echo. Pipes bombarded by a constance of froth, Bouncing on the moss covered lines, to pull into life the most beautiful of chords. Resounding off cavernous cliffs layered with muted colors. Ochre abruptly yields to chalk grey building into the pale yellow of a sun left in the sky too long. I can taste the sweetness of the air, dancing on my tongue. A vibrant samba fitting for the warm leaves shy in their passage of me As if lingering for a moment, building courage to break from their peers, and to find themselves upon a greater journey Her cool waters baptize my feet As my gaze reaches the fullness of her grandeur And I am humbled Left to bask in my own insignificance Petty troubles drown in her brook As a cloak of mist coaxes me back to peace.