When the day grows long,
a tangle of limbs drag
across the hardwood floor,
impatient with themselves.
I climb to the windowsill,
contort my body like geometry,
wiry, knob-kneed, gravity-bound,
watch as my mother, all the colors
gathered in the small of her palm,
begins to paint.
Maya Miller is a College second-year from California. Maya is inspired by clay, soil, and words.
