summer

these days will always be seen through a golden haze of sunlight shining off hair and dappled brown skin, green leaves and twigs find their ways everywhere. i am forever pulling them out of my hair, my clothes where they seem to love to gather, prickling me insistently, i am here, remember this time when? remember where that forest where you found me? remember the sting of nettles as you waded through them? my feet are brown and dusty, dirt ingrained in each whorl of skin, under each toe nail, connecting me to the ground, the earth, i am part of it and it is part of me and we are all one under the sun.