Where She Hides the Sun

A bloom stands in place of a face
golden, unapologetic,
spilling light where identity dissolves.

Behind it, she lingers
half-shadow, half-story,
her silence louder than any gaze.

Petals stretch like quiet defiance,
a shield made not of armor,
but of something alive, something tender.

Is she concealing,
or becoming?

In that single sunflower,
she chooses what the world may see
not absence,
but radiance.

Object number

094.2021