I am the sea, the sky, I am horizons far away
your joy and sorrow, both being bright and gray,
it’s me, both business suit and farmhand’s pants
I’m burning ice, I’m flame, disdain and trance.
the dear departed, and your newborn’s hand,
I’m the river wild, the mountains, lake and land,
the ink you bleed on paper, both poetry and will
a forgotten butterfly, dying on the window sill
I’m dawn, I’m dusk, our silent planet’s skin,
but what I mostly crave — your red hot sin.
Today Mish hosts at dVerse poetics, and we are writing from the perspective of being a color.
February 16, 2021