The Color of Water
My #3 for National Poetry Month
i was raised,like you
to acknowledge water's clarity,
its depth measured by the ability
to see, or not.
after all, what is real is what is real
and only that is real.
but books whispered to me
of other possibilities
waving hellos and goodbyes
in golds and blues
from their places on my favorite
unspooling my 35 mm reality
pulling life through from frame to frame
curling it into ribbons
atop gold water.
© 2017 Audrey Howitt