I see fewer shades of gray
these days, have a crisper appreciation
for the black and white of things.
I can see deep inside colors
I never knew existed. I squint
and stare, tilt my head, smile a lot.
The other day I swear I watched
rain fall for the first time.
Each drop holds a rainbow, you know.
Of course you know. You put them there.
Poetry Breakfast - May 12, 2012