Spark

I’ve been colorblind

for a ridiculously long time.

I opened my

honey brown eyes,

and came to realize

that I am bi.

A complete stranger spoke

and yanked the rose gold

lenses off my nose,

crushing them to crystals:

prisms and petals.

The light

I was born to shine

illuminates

and permeates

through the shards:

my inner spark.

Mantis shrimp in the sea

have at least

twelve photoreceptors-

color sensors-

while we

only have three.

Hummingbirds can see

a grandiloquent display

of ultraviolet rays,

and I can’t even process

nor digest

these perceptions

of their spectrum.

I cannot fathom

these collections of atoms

on different frequencies.

Grayscale may very well be

vivid reds, blues, or greens;

and I wear prescription glasses,

so I’m blind as it is.

I came to realize

that I am bi.

After all this time,

I thought I was gray,

but I’m finally ready

to embrace

the rainbow inside me.