Insider Story

Sophie Molden

Dead leaves, as if chickadees,

Skatter and whistle in the wind.

Ways that a dead thing moves 

Without knowing it’s moving at all.

Without understanding how

I see it — approaching, all clear.

Diversion of the window

Reflects myself.


“And I am light

And I am framed

Guilty by this, my body.

The more of me there is,

The less I matter.

Inside is, then, outside—

And I am between it all.”


Through you the leaves and birds

Come to me

Lensed by your presence.

Protect me, beloved perspective

Of the warbling glass.


 

Sophie Molden is a senior English major in Benjamin Franklin College and a Yale Journalism Scholar with a nonfiction creative writing concentration. She has published creative writing in The New Journal.

ABOUT THE ART | Payphone Locker by Soleil Piviger, 2025. Soleil Piviger is a student at Yale University.

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