We Turned Into Our Turning

by Emma Bolden

Kelly Petronis
Mar 10, 2017 · 2 min read

We Turned Into Our Turning

A Saturday of yellows, a cloud
seeded to fall in fragment, floating
its tiny inverse on every surface held

in a cup. Remember. The year was elderflower
sugared and syruped, thick as a tongue.
We experienced a national fever. We held

our hands backwards against our own foreheads,
palms high and fiving fingerwide against sky.
We experienced a national fever

in which we read the sea as the symbol
of its own breaking. There were white
caps and whispers. We were taken

with film stock. I remembered. I wanted,
I listened and lilaced, until even color
turned inside into its hum.

Photo Credits: Edgar Degas, photographer (French, 1834–1917), After the Bath, Woman Drying Her Back, French, 1896. Courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program.

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