The Indicator x The Student: “Ecology of a Beach House Love”

In honor of Spencer Williams ’24 and his contributions to the Amherst community. His piece “Ecology of a Beach House Love,” originally published in the Spring 2021 edition of The Indicator, depicts a tender relationship within the walls of a beach house.

The Indicator x The Student: “Ecology of a Beach House Love”
Spencer Williams ’24 expresses intimate moments at a beach house in “Ecology of a Beach House Love.” Photo courtesy of sabl3t3k.

kind sun and gentle light

  flutters rosy fingers behind pale curtains

and dips over your shoulders to settle and sleep.

    at our feet    the dog

              siiiighs

          and his lazy head drifts     upward

          with a smile          :)     toothy and warm.

          all is quiet, safe, and calm inside this beach house.

outside now and the world’s edges                        |||

           have been smudged            \\ s o f t

  like melted sugar,   or dancing streams    stuffed with snow.

your fast ankles flash     pale   over the cliffside;

   the wind                        l

        c     u     r           s

the hair nestling your neck and i think

  when you were       born the sun must have cradled     you      in its arms

  and gave you a burnished heart         with tulips

framing the   s o f t         center,

    where you must have been kissed by –     stars.



 someday      after  our breaths turn metallic and your hair

              splin ters     at its ends

      they will

         bury

          us

           side-by-side.

the archeologists who find us will touch             your bones

               locked

               in mine.

and they will marvel at us.

how we believed everything we felt was brand new, with sweet lemon polish,

how we peeled each other fruits in the early dawn,

how we spent afternoons with the windows open and the piano loud.

but for now,

we have                    time.

       so we sit by the ocean

            and watch the water crowding

 o    v               e    r

   sandy         bumps  and  shells.

      let’s do this again, again, again –

      like each time something takes flight.

 like each time a strawberry field wakes beneath cold kisses of morning new.

        like each time

        the dog siiiighs

 and his lazy head drifts upward with a smile

       :)

     toothy and warm.


  all is quiet, safe, and calm inside this beach house.