Curly

The first thing you'll see is the hair

untamed and simply hugely wild

and you'll think of a lion

be transported in another continent

might even try to braid or contain it

until I turn around

in astonishment

you'll wonder how

I can be so pale

as snow

white with bushy hair

like branches and trees

at the far end of a Quebec field

just like the one you've once seen

on a calendar page

under you'll notice the eyes

blue as February can be

blue like all the clichés of two pools

deep and sad as the oceans crossed

for the word America to be forged

et ton regard va baisser

only then

(if summer can ever come)

will you perceive

sprinkled about on each side of the nose

grains of sands or the footsteps

of an ancestor I never knew

that have been called out by the sun

Then your thoughts like a finger will curve

around a strand of DNA

and you'll have this deep feeling

that we might all be related