why is the sky blue? asks the child
is the sky blue? asks the philosopher
why is the earth brown? asks the child
is the earth brown? queries the scientist
in all manner of shades shimmering on
the wings of birds in flight, dipping into
seas and lakes, streams rippling over
rock, toads sitting on lily pads, insects
buzzing on fields of flowers,
mountain tops and graveyards,
infant skin and elders’ hair,
conflagrations and quiet meadows,
savannahs, and crayons
throughout the chaos of this life
pulsing with blood, bone and
imagination … throughout it all
color runs, flies, crawls, seeps,
bursts, or ... does it?
is all a mere inking over the
raw lines of existence - yet...
should the spectral spectrum of
brilliance shared be so –
does it finally fade to black as
do we? ...
Is all tint, but a human construction
for this otherwise bland world?
What is real? What is color?
Is death the absence of hue ...
Perhaps there shall come a
conclusive, cosmic, collaboration
of color, a klieg lit nova of luminescent
illumination, formerly elusive,
mimicked by mere mortal imagination -
only unlocked with the loosening
of physical coil