santos scribes

there is a coolness in the air this morning
maybe it’s all the rain we’ve collected this week
or maybe it’s just time, slipping softly by
either way today is the day you left for the fourth grade
i don’t know why the 1st day of school
always takes me back to your first day of life,
to that stunning first sight of you, but it does;
how tiny and sunken your fingernails were
and that look in your eye-
like we were the only two people in the world
with the very same secret
there was that first day as there is today a hidden dimple
set just beneath your right eye, an angel’s wink
effortless & etched into the high round of your soft cheek
you are as rare and shining as the sun, my love
and all the more beloved too.