Morning Glories

Colors

Scattered, splayed, spread,

Tossed across my carpet and bed.

A wink from the morning sun

Caught in the fragmented fractals

Of prismatic glass

Bursting out in rainbows

On my face.

I rise in a race

To taste every color

In my little apartment

With my cocoa eyes.

Clear and clean

Water flows in a stream

From faucet to a can

In my hand;

To my patio of plants

Facing east, drinking light

Singing silent songs in the night

Colors

They greet me

Warm as the day

Green as the moss

That spills from a pot

Blue as the ocean

Stitched to the sky

Brown as my feet

Colored like chai

Stitched to the grass

Outside my door.

These morning glories

I adore.