A Hug

A Poem by Ranger Kessel

If I could spin you around in a twirling hug right now, I would. You know the kind where you get grass stains on the white edges of your sneakers and you accidentally spit a little out of the corner of your mouth, but the brilliant sun wipes clean all such human transgressions and you can lift off into happiness for a moment without thinking of the next moment. All grass dust and insect buzz and imperfection that is morality but you escape it through your interconnection and present tense self. And Joy. Unadulterated and guileless joy