We play a game with the windmill,
see whose breath can most resemble wind.
Climbing to the roof at that hour
of night when the wind quiets
and settles upon the ground,
we exhale slowly, replacing it,
filling the world as we empty
our lungs. We squint
at the turbines in the distance, hoping
if we wait long enough our breath
will unfold across space to touch
their wings, and they will spin.
Rachel Foster is a sophomore at the University of Vermont. She works at her school’s LGBTQA Center, where she writes and edits their alum newsletter.