Look Up, Colorblind
"Write about the sky." you said to me.
But that's were I drew a blank & couldn't think.
I wasn't sure where to start, so I just stared at the sky absently.
This little girl came up, so pretty in pink.
She said this, "Why is it that the sky hides behind clouds sometimes, and is so sad it not only just cries, but sobs?"
"I'd like to think the sky misses its princess.
As the pain settles it causes the heart to throb.
Since the pain is too much to carry,
it weeps & sometimes with agony.
Sot it hides its despair in the Prairie.
As the soil & tears begin to mix in perfect harmony,
a little glimmer of hope seems to sprout from the ground.
So the sky looks on, keeping calm, & keeping still.
It continues to gaze down without one rumbling sound.
Out of the ground came a small daffodil.
So the sky immediately became ecstatic.
It produced the most gorgeous rainbow.
It was something quite prismatic.
What a gorgeous sight to see out in the meadow.
Flowers, rainbows & the warm sun shining down."
In that moment that's when I knew.
I was so preoccupied, I didn't know I was facedown.
I was so colorblind by all the different hues.
That's why it was so hard for me to write about the gorgeous sky,
The one you kept reminding me to look up in a gaze.
Thinking about it, I started to cry.
When you started holding me I thought, "I hope she stays."
Copyright © Kai Stenson | Year Posted 2020
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