Before (Day 1322)

Before we lost our sight, we found 

beauty in beginnings,

answers in a low-slung moon

round as a summer peach, 

faith in mornings veiled by rain, 

clear as frosted glass, 

and when the light grew dim, we dove, 

deep into the lakes of our closed eyes, 

slept, unseen, in canopies of leaves, 

and, like leopards, we refused 

to change our striking spots — 

before the first twig snapped, 

before the forests fell, 

before truth was reviled, christened 

obscene — boundless, we 

made our wildest mistakes, indulging 

in the innocence of our wrongs.

(c) 2020 by Hannah Six