I'm Every Color

If color is nothing but perception of mind, then I am every color. I am the tones of perception that highlight the difference between light and dark, day and night.

I am the concrete sidewalk, always in gray, with flaws that have cracked through the pressures of humans and time.

I am the barn owl singing his tune to the farmers who stayed up a little too late having a few too many under the twinkling lights of the open sky.

I am the river, with a tainted perception from years of pollution, fed chemical deaths and still moving forward.

I am the crown that sits on the hair of royalty, shined with care and passed down through the ages for those who are worthy by blood. Pretty gems, every color.

I am every color.

I am the human who walked that old path so many times that she left damage behind, to revisit daily as time kept passing.

I am the farmer who disrupted that owl, who made him take flight from the raucousness of spirits devoid of all color.

I am the human who threw trash on the ground, who dumped things out. Out of sight, out of mind.

I am the Queen who wears the crown, forgetting the luck of biological inheritance in favor of being beautiful.

I am every color.

I will invite all my loved ones to come together, to paint the beaten path and repair all the damage. They’re every color.

I will sing to the farmers so the owl can take flight to sing to a new audience, so the farmers may smile at my night tune instead. They’re every color.

I will ask all my neighbors to join me, to clean up the Earth. It’s every color.

I will break my crown so that I may share the gems with every color.

We…

We are every color.