Whisps

by Sara Kaufman

Johns Hopkins University

Sara Kaufman is in the Biomedical Engineering and Writing Seminars (creative writing) programs at Johns Hopkins University, where she is expected to graduate in 2027. She uses poetry to process and decorate her lived experiences, and to explore the intersection of science and art. 


I miss the soft hiss of the whispers that lived in the palms 

as the tropical winds played a bossa-tuned hymn in their fronds 

When I left, I took shears to the songs  

I grew up with  

I trimmed them like splits in a hair shaft and  

when my reflection first passed in a window 

I thought that the ends looked so clean 

 

But now running my fingertips back through my memories  

braiding the passage of time 

These blunt ends hit me quickly 

My fingers keep going expecting the whisps  

filamentous and delicate roots 

that were mine


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