A simple day it was
The day I wore in public
My thirst for being alive
Being happy
and true to the woman I am.
The day I wore myself on the outside
In public
Not like a snowsuit
For survival in the North Pole
Protecting my skin against frostbite
But like a carefully assembled necklace
Framing my face
And highlighting the spark in my eyes
A necklace that made a perfect bridge
Between the color of the new dress I wore
And my olive bright skin.
A simple day it was
Of the kind
That begin a new season.
January 2001 (after return from Iran)