by Catherine Sinks

His unknown age
   a dark square house
      a couple of feet away
a white home waits
   far off in the distance
      divine thoughts run through his head

His face caught
   with a blank stare
His shadow 
   more than a shadow
His eyes 
      obscured

I can't even remember
the color of his eyes

His hands
closed

But they were
   always open to me.

Congratulations to Catherine. She was a runner-up in Writing magazine's Treasured Objects Contest. Students wrote about their favorite things in such insightful and powerful ways. Check back for the next two weeks to see more runners-up.