For the Sun Always Finds a Way - Xanthippe Pack-Brown

For the Sun Always Finds a Way

XANTHIPPE PACK-BROWN

“I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.” -Toni Morrison

As I am leaving the movie theatre After treating myself to a solo movie date, A child runs in front of me Screaming almost causing me to face plant. An older couple on a night out, Spills their popcorn. I carefully step around the mess. A young man on his phone With a rather intimidating cup of soda, Walks right into me, spilling His drink down my shirt. It felt like Armageddon in that movie theatre.

I step outside onto the sidewalk, When I could finally feel it. The release of the sun on my skin And the breeze rushing by my ears.

The way the sun feels on your skin after stepping out Of the cold chaos that was that movie theatre, Is like a love that lifts you up.

The warmth envelops you, for the sun always finds a way. Tiptoeing down your arms, Dancing down your neck, shoulders, and back. Building up to the moment when it will sweep you up. Suspending you in that liminal space between the treetops And the dark clouds just before a storm.

So, you stay there, Suspended in the air. Letting the sun kiss the freckles on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. It holds your hand and lets you know, That you are worthy of this love, This light, This warmth, That holds you here.

POETRY