“Synapse” by Clara Nencu

Like the forked branches of a tree
Whose trunk rests straight and strong,
Split is the mind divided in decision. 

But nothing shakes its core—
It, unlike the wind, is rock. 

Only thin twigs tremolo, and snap 
Under the might and pressure
Of temporary gales.

Born in Bucharest and bred in the banlieues of Montreal, CLARA NENCU is a twenty-seven year old writer, teacher, and editor with a background in English literature.