Deer Leap

The summer we were sixteen

our bodies became liquid.

We spread ourselves

over the earth

seeping into dirt,

shimmering in sunlight.

We were weightless then,

invincible,

things of beauty.

Our skin could not contain

our radiance.

Light leaked through our pores.

This piece was published in the 2012 edition of Ballyhoo, an annual arts publication of The King's University College.

If I had to describe what I think of when I think of summer, I would talk about afternoons spent in cars, blue skies outside, windows rolled down, radio cranked up, dear friends, laughter, and nowhere in particular to go.