We Are the Colors

We Are the Colors

He was as fast as a kite without a string.
I moved to watch him just before he
Ducked behind some trees,
As he zigzagged down a dirt trail road
Until he was gone from my sight
 
Anger and Spirit, Freedom and Rage
The double burning colors flapping,
Whipping in the breeze
Blue and Green balanced out the blaze
Giving room for a spark--a new idea.
 
An idea that got lost in a sea of blues and greens
The teardrop that was really an ocean of forgetfulness
Hope connected to despair
And reason countered with hilarity
With nothing taking the place of wonder
 
When he danced behind the greens
Below the blues and whites
Before I lost sight of him
He teased me with the pink
Because it was just a little flicker
That left me thinking:
"We are the colors that we see."