belly button

you and me the way we

think may change the
color of our sheets unlike
the coral green they
were

when you and me we
acquired them

then

the sky a different hue than

the one she wore in 1822

before the war
how blue

the sound of the sea unlike what our mother knew through her shells

fathers buried
in sand the beach stretches
a band

me and you
imperceptible our teeth and
bellies move like gelatin

foam at the mouth
relentless the wind
the age will define us

at last

the sun dies every day
how sad

yesterdays
todays
tomorrow

the belly buttons
hollow

how smitten we are with
our world in the end

i took to meditating on a hue

I took to meditating on a hue. Even one color has endless variations; if I could see them all at once, this had to be my color. If I could not pull my eyes away, this had to be my color. If anytime I was in a daydream and this color came to me, this had to be. I really liked having something in common with a color. I could be in a terrific jam and the color would be there with me so I was not all alone. I could find the color almost anywhere I looked. I could soften the world’s cruelty through my color first. I could pluck my color from a rainbow. I could hear my color in wind chimes, and taste my color in sorbet. Then one day. One day I could not find my color. The world so drab without it. I would not speak to anyone. I would not run and dance. I had to take a chance and pick a color all anew and make it mine to give to you.

not a color exactly. a hue

not a color exactly. a hue

I found myself in a color, in a hue. We were driving away from it all. I gave him the keys to my car. He knew a place far down the river where we could get close to the water and sit in the shade. The river looked blue from above, and green when you came close. But it was neither of those. I had been in a room with friends, earlier, on a sunday morning. I drank decaf coffee and listened and began to smile. Not everyone had a story to share. I find great comfort in a spacious meeting hall, where you can say what you need to say and nobody will talk over you. Where you can say nothing and still be seen. Faraway, sitting on a riverbank, was the same. I lost myself in a color, in a hue. I wouldn’t call it green. I wouldn’t call it blue.