Homo Mutabilis

The turn of the morning light from

steelblack sky to bluish pale

as the eyes of a blind new kitten

strengthening in depth and shadow

revealing itself in a wash of blues and yellows and grays

through the hours of the day

and in flowers too

beginning in a whisper of white

unfolding into

pinks and purples,

Can we not mutate our

skin hues

of beige through browns to

soften the hard, static line of

black vs white?

Can we not bring together

listening and compassion

within ourselves and to others

deeping the richness and beauty

of humanity’s rainbow?

Sharing a pride of evolving colours,

creating a new garden.