151

I’ve slipped on my shoes and
I’m pushing the front door open
greeted by rich, dense humidity
creating a thin sheer of dew
on my summer’s skin

I’m transported to this time in my life
when togetherness was just a neighbour away
and every problem felt like a big one
I stepped off the porch
the way humid warmth attaches to me
like nostalgia

there’s comfort in the heat
of feeling so uncomfortable
I place one foot out
and then the other

the cicadas so loudly exclaiming
what a relief it is
to live in the past
because at least, you
always know what happens next.

12 thoughts on “151

  1. it’s been years since I’ve been on and changed my name and site but you are still absolutely amazing!! You have grown so much. I am very proud of you Elle keep up the amazing work, you truly have a voice!! old blog was (shonnieSky)

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