Khaki Pool

I got lost swimming in a pool of me

So did everyone else I think

I thought of what we were

I almost drowned us in it

I was not alone until

I was bottled

A few drops of dye spread

And I was distinguishable

I fear the oasis

Our khaki-colored self

One day I think I’ll go back

Spill into the oasis I never left

My floating bottle will break

My dyes will spread

The pattern will be unique

It will dance in the oasis

Like I did in my bottle

Until it dissipates

And we lose my colors

Till then I’ll dance and sing and write and read adding dyes of red and yellow and blue and green so potent so strong so vibrant so clean we couldn’t possible forget who we were.

When others are bottled up, they won’t start khaki

Some of my dyes will be there too

I hope it makes them dance

And sing

And write

And read

Again