Clad in polka dots,

Eyes glitter despite wet toes,

Exchanging this love.

After days of rain, the sunlight

shimmers – dappled shadows dance.

Living tradition,

Colors bleed transformation,

An elsewhere awaits.

What do our bodies know that

text cannot articulate?

Shuttling asleep,

Lines collapse past and future.

Who holds the power?

Resisting capture, its wings

flutter, fighting off the pin.