Sometime in the middle of summer
the natural progression of days halted.
Some indescribable force awakened,
and raked its smile over the morning breeze.
On days like this, I would recede into the ground
and hope to be shielded from such sincerity;
so much of these intangible promises of summer rain,
of these stabs of tranquility—
all this peace was like helium in my chest,
and it hurt so much just to hold on to it,
to attempt a furtive glimpse at its divinity,
that I would sit by the water’s edge
and weep at such beauty.
So much was gained in those interminable months,
and so much logic was lost in translation.
It seemed our carbon identity
was returned in jewel fragments,
and we could taste the oxygen and light
as they intoxicated every vein and tissue.
The trees were altars of pagan offerings
and the truth vanished in the wind.
The world contained so much of what’s miraculous,
so much beauty,
that I alone knew all the hate it suppressed.
When your eyes closed,
the flowers began to bloom.
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Submission Name: Inocencia
