My hair casts a palm tree shadow in the mid-day sun,
and it stretches over my skin;
my skin like sand,
basking in light and resting in the unlight.
I stretch my arms out and let the still brown of me take up space.
I wonder if I could hold back the ocean like this.
I wonder if I’ll have to.
I lean close to the window,
the daylight making mirror of it.
I see my freckles sitting proudly,
like shells, unafraid of fog or horn.
I praise them like
I am worthy of being carried home.