NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 97

Under the Cosmic Glance 95 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE In one of those boxes stacked high as a llama’s shoulder in my garage, a piece of sky lies folded from an evening when you and I walked a woodsy road, the light growing green, life so lush wood smoke filled our pores. We were living out of doors, laughing as if no other way to exist existed, this two-stepping in twilight, rich with kisses, rich with hugs, having sweated out rage and fear, walking clear-minded under the cosmic glance of stars glimmering through the leaves, stars packed so densely the sky held a wider road. And we who knew we were poor, felt rich beyond all we had ever expected, richer beyond what we were taught we deserved. BRN-FALL-2013.indb 95 9/13/13 12:48 AM