Sometimes I see the world through its reflections
in the murky puddles on the ground
in wayward mirrors casting distortions
or even shadows jumping from behind.
Sometimes I see the world in true proportions
Without any of the crazy contortions
And when I do
—although it’s rare—
I pause to take a snapshot with my eyes
Relish the moment of that rare exception
so I’ll remember it
even when the world subsides.
Sometimes I see the world through perceptions
Through hazy lenses or
fitted frames
so tight they make deceptions
so worn they spin the world…
Sometimes I wish the world was
black and white
the way I see it when
tears
can’t make up my mind
or
when I turn temporarily blind
in the face of the dark.
I hope that I can see the world in color
more often than I do
because I love those times
when I can gladly wear
rose-tinted spectacles-
through which the world
is a dazzling rush of colors
Where I can taste the evening stars
see the flavors of the sky
explode
sip down a rainbow punch
dangle from the apple trees
tip my face towards the sky
and drink in the lemon sun.