The Shades of Us

Once the day breaks

and we awake

we first open our eyes and take

in the light around us

Reflected and absorbed by objects and

Processed by nerves that pulse and pass

To the cortex

Creating the miracle of color

In our eyes

Above us the sun is bright

Effervescent with light

So take my hand and follow me

To lounge beneath these trees and with

These pencils of color

Sketch with me

Our realities

Golden chalk glitters from my fingers

That create the curls and curves of

A contented Buddha but

My fingers also itch to sketch

The saffron winks of rice

within the Persian dish Zereshk polo

Vermillion red reads the pencil I take

to etch lanterns and flowers that rain in

petal-filled showers

under a moon who may or

May not smile the night we dance in delight

For the newborn year that will

greet us at first light but

The composed Cat curled on my page created

to commemorate

Bates your own drawn Rabbit that

hops and skips across your canvas

2000 is the year as I wonder

What do these shades of color

mean to us?

Maybe we agree on shades of

Blue and green for

Seas of grass and aquamarine and

Everything that dances

in between

But your colors live and breathe beneath

The neat lines upon your sheet

But mine swirl and combine and mix to create

A result of my parents—

Refugees fleeing across my

painted blue seas in search for peace

Through the colors on your page I see

your reality take shape yet the shades on

your page cannot escape

My memories and culture which

carve out space

to fabricate another

meaning in my eyes

Eyes that pulse and receive light at

A tempo that taps a timpani beat but

a rhythm

still different than your own

It's clear to me now

Under these trees

that the reality we share

Is not the reality we see

But that is the beauty of

Color and light and

Eyes that show us as close as it can

How it must be

to live one another's

reality

Maaya Prasad