“Reaching” by Kylie Oh ’24

Opportune opportunities are when opportunities happen to come at a good time. It is when there are places to be placed in your anthology of experiences. They happen to be quite favorable.

Opportune opportunities are in ripe-berry-bandwagons that you can jump onto and munch on as you are jostled along the cumbersome road. They are excitingly fresh and full of wondrous potentiality; their rinds reflect the sweetness of their juices.

Lempropes and Mangots and Touerwarbs and Barlymons and Sugerslimps and Veskinsords and Rollytrims and Warlislies. These fruits are rather peculiar; they are quite dexterous as they use their magnetic energy, which lines their stems and their bushes, or trees, shrubs, and forbs they are born from, to detect the opportune opportunities and plop themselves right alongside. There they are softly picked up and admired, then placed with kind eyes into the orangey-red fruit-wagon you nap in while the sun kisses your cheeks.

The sun smiles down and passes its brightly-soft-yellow-blushed smile onto you, your friends, their family, and yours, and that neighbor, and this passerby, and your cat named Tom. The sun hugs you all as you run about. All of you run - to the sappy-sweet melee you dash. It is the market where the fruit is taken to be purchased by the open hands in search of opportune opportunities, the moments of flavor and the could-be-maybe-finger’s-crossed glee. When you let them sit snugly between your teeth, the fruits smile at their own opportune moment. Crunch and swallow, down the hatchet. Opportune opportunities are still just a hopeful wish.