These surrounding things

These every day, all the time things

A flash of yellow in the midst of green

A scaley blue in a sea of purple

Will it beckon you to come with

Or will it push you back out and make you swim

Over the years it gets harder to tell everything apart

But the color is always there

A kiss of red on a cheek before work

The rustic brown violin that plays on the corner every Thursday

At night when you hear the gray owl

In the morning when you hear the white speckled loon

It greets you here and over there and it is every day

It is, the blushing pink cheeks of flirting

The shiny rock-like shimmer of desire

It is a slippery, oily, black puddle full of venomous snakes and gasoline sitting on tar that is too hot

I can walk across the street right now and see the colors swirl

Paintbrushes dancing over black and white satin

I can look up and over and out or even close my eyes and listen

Over and over again and I will dance with them

I will laugh and I will play with them

Until I simply cannot bear it anymore