Foreigners Now
My best friend and I
Keep ourselves secret
Within the soft whisper
Of our headscarves-
Yet a beginner
In this disappearing act,
I still need her help;
In danger of falling over
Ourselves and each other
In the backseat of the car,
We giggle-
Over misplaced pins
And her mother's admonitions
From the front seat-
As my disguise is applied;
A blue scarf...
A simple, sky-blue scarf...
She wraps the fabric,
Adjusts folds,
Pins it down,
Until a new blue frame
Edges my vision-
The different perspective
Is familiar enough to me,
And she as well,
But we know
To everyone else-
We will be foreigners now.
Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014
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