A NEW KIND OF COLOR

     A NEW KIND OF COLOR

Awakened by wild winds of night

and steady strokes of heat lightning

that strobed the black in pyrotechnic display

illuminating clouds that looked like mountains on the horizon

until the dark began to lift,

dissolving into a bluish gray with  hint of purple,

and all lightning went Technicolor

in brilliant bursts of pink and orange.

The sun itself remained hidden,

but its effects were everywhere

as the sea became a canvas of marine green

ribboned with the brightest white

the world has ever known,

and each blade of grass

and every shoot of weed

assumed its own shape 

its own shade of green.

My  search for that which was nowhere

has ended in  the contentment of now,

the present moment of peace and beauty

when all needs are reduced

to the basic of breathing;

and when that’s gone,

it will no longer be needed.

      September 25, 2003