The Most Beautiful Hair

It begins at the crown where morning light first touches the geography of her scalp, then tumbles like water finding its own way down the curve of her neck Each strand a story Each curl a question flowing mark into floating in the next air AUBURN & CHOCOLATE & CARAMEL & COPPER braided together by invisible hands of genetics and time and care and touch She shakes her head and the whole world moves: ripple ripple ripple ripple ripple through silk Her hair catches light catches compliments catches fingers catches breath catches eyes catches herself in mirrors wondering if she knows how beautiful she is when every strand speaks in tongues of shine This is how hair becomes poetry becomes movement becomes the most beautiful thing about morning: the way it falls and rises and falls again into place like it was always meant to be exactly here