A Carved Out Idea Over Water: Eleanora Hyde

April 14, 2020 Kate Belew With Eleanora Hyde (Brooklyn, New York)

Sometimes I still sleep with the light on
TV like rain sound, white noise to drown out
the actual wind--a somewhat echo that reminds
How alone it must feel to stand on a mountaintop
We have made our own cliffs in this life
Dirty dishes in the sink, the texts left on read
When there is nothing to do, It's hard to do anything
I feel myself growing heavy with the weight of

tomorrow, a carved out idea over water. 

Wind over water, can you hear how loud it is?

I wanted white noise but not like this 

Stirring my lungs, covering my mouth with a fist

Sometimes I leave the light on while I sleep 

Waiting for some bright sun to awaken again.