A poem I wrote while bored in a Zoom class.
how could I describe
the color of today's sky
to you?
the particular
shade of blue I see
as I gaze out my window,
maybe the color
of the tiles on the side of
the pool while you splashed
with your neighbors
on a summer day -
maybe the color
of the finger paint
you used in kindergarten,
a shade of blue
that seemed
unrealistic for the
ocean or the sky
at the time.
it is bright and deep
at the same time.
color so consistent
it is as if someone
spilled a can of paint
across the sky
not a cloud in sight.
the bright green of leaves -
not yet changing, even though
fall is coming -
contrasting with the blue.
how would I know if
I described the color well to you?
that you could imagine
what I am seeing?
that we see the same blue?
does it matter?