The Theory of Color

 

 

The story of the black pen drawing a dark hole

makes everything seem so elaborate and obscure.

Or even a seven-year-old leading police

on a wild car chase to avoid church.

 

Or naming a new band Fuchsia,

which looks like the beginning of an obscenity

that ends up a beautiful, fragile flower

with a nearly impossible entrance to another world.

 

Once inside you run amok

when you see the real signature of God

on the sides of everything,

and how handsome He is, and gray,

 

because He gave his whole heart

to making up the colors of the world.

 

It took everything He had to accomplish,

along with Adam, when He touched His finger to Adam's

because they had to pose that way for so long

during the painting of the Sistine Chapel.

 

Along with the knowledge that the true light of this world

is always evening,

when you know that the morning

has passed to a whole other era.

 

You only have the blissful,

peaceful and unusual night to look forward to,

the jasmine that blooms there,

the bats that fly therein.

 

You don't even have the desire to escape

like so many others before you

and can only look down at your feet

like a crow as you fly.