On why I don't so much mind my freckles anymore;
a shout out to the arcane; this is a love note to summer. I find myself filled with gratitude for these sun spangles clustering on the rounded cusps of my shoulders, my nose, my ears brown constellations, heat maps. These are the badges of time in the light, days graced and golden. They are tribute to the countless hours of meandering conversation hands waving, drawing, coming to rest, calloused memories and skill gently exploring. Feet dangling off the dock into green water bobbing up with the cool swell as shadows purple and birds change their calls to evensong. When I was five, I once stood on the bathroom sink and glared at mirror me, so unrepentantly spotty so I pierced the skin of my face with my nails, trying to pry off every last spot They've only spread since then and summer continues and I I will be forever freckled; and hope persists; and the miracle of warmth june 2015, copyright Sarah Hirsch |
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